It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to direct the writing outward and share it with the world. But not this morning. This morning the thoughts all wanted to be free. I usually dither about my “audience” which is really just code for what voice I’m going to write with, what mask I’m going to put on.