On a Dublin street one day last century, Frank O’Connor asked William Butler Yeats how he was feeling.
“Not well at all,” replied Yeats. “I can only write prose today.”
Different sources put slightly different spins on Yeats’s quip, e.g. “Not very well” or “I am not feeling very well”. Whatever his exact words, it’s a great line. Today I feel well enough to write poetry, but it won’t happen until later: there’s editing to be done.
What are you feeling well enough to write?