Fiorella has her mojo back!
Being of unsound mind and body, Fio periodically goes down, down, down. A searing critique of her latest novel did her in. She struggled with it for a while by throwing herself into intense and unaccustomed physical labor (translation: cleaning the house), then switched gears completely and started working on other stuff she had stockpiled for "later."
As of yesterday, Fiorella is completely recovered. She finished off two poems that had been hanging fire for a couple of years--a Christmas villanelle and a sonnet about mother-daughter relationships. And today she answered all her old e-mails, redid an old painting, and found a pretty rock in her driveway. And she's been getting herself organized again. Up and at'em, Fiorelle!