I’ve been back in AZ close to two weeks now and my productivity is dead. Dead on Arrival to AZ really. The full rigor set in about a week ago. So, now I am back to trying to find ways to get right. Under construction I call it. The deal is to figure out the root of the problem and then reconfigure from there. I diagnosed something close to the core: I need to write for myself. This is how it was once upon a time before I became obsessed with getting published and pushing a tiny word-agenda. The agenda is gone, but I still like being in print as much as possible. Now, that doesn’t quite mean writing for myself, but it helps point me towards the why.