After a busy Staycation week, yesterday, I slept. Muscles left sore and throbbing from hours spent shoveling snow demanded sleep. I slept more soundly than the dead. I didn’t wake fresh as a daisy, ready to tackle any problem, leap tall building, or run faster than a speeding bullet. I wasn’t signing up to fight dragons or tilt at windmills, but I felt different. Not all changes register seismic shifts on the Richter scale. I believe we fell some like a brush of wind on a pleasant spring afternoon that almost imperceptibly nudges us a half a step north. One minor adjustment might make all the difference.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 436 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer