Ongoing:

this mental guerilla fracas between what I want to write and what I have – what I am compelled, via surrounding circumstance and requisite processings - to write and being the devoted companion of a desire to write in a different rhythm than the one I've been sporting for the last several years.

A desire to transcend my own rhythms via my work? Perhaps.

The answer is, as always, to let what happens in the midst of The Work happen, to stay out of my own way (as best I'm able), and to surprise myself; the biggest surprise will be, I think, an increase in my capacity for staying out of my own way.