Sometimes the words just won't flow. Sometimes the notes just won't come. Check the rudder, adjust the sextant, turn the map upside down... the perceptual path has gone off its view.

Or has it? When life appears to have come undone, when the sensations you were expecting have been replaced by a stream you don't like the vibrations of, that's perhaps the moment to take note. What's the setting? What's your bearing? If you read the logs, how did you end up here between Scylla and Charybdis? Charting the path you took to reach a specific spot is important, if only to be certain you don't inadvertently end up in the sticks again.

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Time to make some changes, even if it means tacking into the wind.