One year, and not so long ago either, I wrote drafts in response to four prompt sites during Poetry Month. Most of it was dreck, of course, but by may there were 130 poem-like things out loose in the universe. Some haven’t been looked at since.
This year, I’m writing to a theme, with an end in mind, and not finishing even one draft a day so far. Could be a failure of nerve. Could be sanity taking over.
Anyway, when something reaches a readable stage it will be posted on one of my backdoor pages. You can get there from HERE.