Today I am distracted. Something has preoccupied me and slowed me down all day. On my way to the Starbucks after work, I thought about turning down the street towards home but then I remembered the word "discipline". That's what it's all about, right, doing something regardless of how you feel. It's a routine, something you train yourself to do again and again. Then one day it takes on a life of its own. It may not feel great or inspired, but the training continues. The work goes on. The creative muscles must be flexed and stretched and molded. The practice, the focus, the word searching, the cutting and pasting, it becomes a tonic and a structural support around which all else may fall away.