There weren’t any rainbows while I wrote today. (Well there were, while I was thinking, but then they vanished when I got to my desk.)
It was much like this. Obstruction. Fallen bits in the stream. It didn’t seem to go well. But that’s the nature of the writing process. Now I look at this photo and see the beauty in it and believe that there is beauty in writing even on a day when it seems to be all fallen logs.