For Best Results, Start Now – Daily Quote

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Mother Nature forges ahead with her own agenda. She doesn’t wait for everything to be perfect before she begins. To herald the season’s metamorphosis, she sends spring flowers. Late snowstorms dump two feet of the white fluffy stuff way past the date the calendar says it should snow. Thunderstorms, torrential downpours, flash flooding, and tornados don’t keep her from coaxing crocus, tulips, lily of the valley and blood red peony stalks above ground.

They brave inclement weather and hostile conditions. They may hope for gentle breezes, sunny skies, and tender rain, but life gives them no guarantees. If they have any hope of growing, blooming and reaching their full potential they must take risks. Faced with uncertainty, they begin anyway.

Are you dreaming of a beginning?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge May 25

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 144

Today Is Day 145 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 144 word count in the comments.

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What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 145 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Seeking Knowledge – Mid-Week Flash Challenge

Title: Seeking Knowledge
Source:  Mid-Week Flash Challenge
Word count:  740 words

Virginia’s acclimation to her surroundings and the oddities of this dimension took a while. She was alone. Nobody willing attached themselves to this place. Bridget stopped, checking on her and encouraging her to move to the New York City Public Library, the place true bibliophiles called home.

The problem was Virginia didn’t know how to travel. Still, the tiny Yangzhou library offered interesting texts. Ninety percent were in Chinese, but she was learning. It helped when she concentrated. Engrossed in a book, time stopped. Bridget had confirmed the phenomenon was normal.

Today, Virginia discovered an alarming fact. She had read every volume, and she needed more reading material. Traveling to New York left her in a panic and covered in icy sweats. It had been too long since she had seen her friend and Virginia was growing concerned and bored. She diverted herself with the young woman who managed the circulations desk. She moved items when she wasn’t looking, knocking books onto the floor. They made a loud bang and startled the poor girl.

Virginia repositioned a stack of publications behind the girl’s left elbow. As the unsuspecting girl turned, she smacked the pile, and it toppled. She jumped from her chair and squealed. The sounds echoed through the hushed library, and Virginia smiled.

“This is how you amuse yourself?” Bridget asked, startling Virginia.

“Oh,” her face flushed pink. “You’re here. It’s been forever. Where have you been hiding?”

“I stopped a few times, but you were always reading. I didn’t want to disturb you. Now you’re playing tricks on the dimensionally challenged?” Bridget’s eyebrow lifted. She pursed her lips in a funny half frown and wrinkled her nose as if she had inhaled a disgusting odor.

“I… I’ve run out of books to read,” Virginia admitted as she leaned against the counter.

“What have I been telling you?”

“NYPL,” Virginia rocked her head back and forth as she enunciated each letter.

“Go ahead. Mock me. I’ve got a guy who can get you a tablet.”

“A what?”

“A tablet. The one-dimensionals invented it. It’s a magical black slate. Swipe your finger across the surface and tons of reading material appear right there. You don’t have to trek to the different repositories.” Bridget paused, glancing at the young woman who had now re-stacked the books on the counter. “Or you can stay here, re-read everything and—” she waved her hand towards the girl who had resumed her place, “amuse yourself with these… tricks.”

“I can’t travel.”

“Have you tried?”

Virginia examined her black patent leather shoes.

“Will you teach me?”

They started with short distances, from one bookshelf to the next. They soon progressed to traveling across the library. Virginia found it both frightening and exhilarating. There was also the promise of the magical black slate, forcing her to continue. She began to enjoy traveling and wondered why she hadn’t tried sooner. She closed her eyes preparing for another trip when Bridget touched her sleeve.

“I think you’ve got this.”

Virginia blinked, her stomach lurched, and her hands shook.

“Are you sure? I mean, shouldn’t I practice something shorter before I try to go halfway around the world?” Virginia’s voice quivered, and she took a step away from Bridget.

“There’s no difference. If you can do this, you can get to New York,” Bridget said as she rested her arm on Virginia’s shoulder.

Virginia breathed and forced herself to stare into Bridget’s eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll be next to you. You’re a natural. Everything will be fine.”

Bridget scanned her friend’s face, then seemed to reach a decision.

“You trust me, right?”

Virginia nodded.

“You want that tablet, don’t you?”

Virginia couldn’t control herself, her face broke into a huge smile and she laughed.

“It sounds so cool,” she gushed, “I’ve got to see it. If I could have one, one of my very own? And I could read anything I wanted?”

Bridget chuckled and patted her friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I told you, I know a guy. He’s one-dimensional, and he lives in New York. Are we doing this or…”

“Ok, ok,” Virginia clasped Bridget’s hand and danced like a child. Her stomach flip-flopped and she willed it to stop.

Bridget grabbed her forcing her to stand still.

“Ready? Let’s go.”

A gentle breeze drifted through the tiny Yangzhou library. The girl at the checkout desk experienced pangs of sadness and regret for reasons she couldn’t fully understand.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Beyond Intervention – Thursday Threads

Beckett slinked through the shadows. His glanced over his shoulder, slowing as he reached the corner. He hugged the darkest parts of the wall and surveyed the street. The lamppost cast a pool of illumination which he tried to look beyond, peering into the darkness. He couldn’t get caught.

He stood for long moments. The wind rustled in the trees, otherwise, nothing moved. It was now or never. He advanced, careful to blend into the gloom. Cradling his keys to keep them silent, he snuck into his apartment.

“Where have you been?” Lizzy’s voice made him jump.

“I took the trash out,” he said as he hung his coat on a peg.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Beckett brushed past her, not meeting her eyes. She grabbed his arm, hard.

“I know where you were.” Lizzy paused, leaning so close Beckett felt her breath on his neck. “I saw you writing,” she whispered.

Beckett pulled away and flopped on the couch.

“You promised me. You swore you were done with this reckless behavior.”

He didn’t want to acknowledge the pain he had caused. His shoulders slumped, and he covered his face with his hands.

“You know what they will do if they catch you.”

“I can’t help it. I know it’s forbidden, but the legends say once everyone wrote. It wasn’t restricted to the councilman and their dry edicts. There is so much more to writing. It is beauty and freedom.  I have no choice, Lizzy. I will write my stories.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge May 24

2019 Daily Writing Challenge day 143

Today Is Day 144 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 143 word count in the comments.

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What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 144 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

What the Water Gave Me – Daily Quote

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We can’t escape it. Life is brimming with heartbreaks, hardships, grief and tear-filled days. Frida Kahlo had every reason to drown her sorrows. As a child, she suffered from polio which caused her to limp. As a teenager, she was involved in a bus accident, impaled by a steel handrail which nearly killed her. The disaster left her with multiple spinal fractures, a shattered pelvis, fractured ribs, and collarbone. They confined her to a full body cast for three months. Yet this is when she obtained a paintbrush, canvas, and paints and began creating magnificent art.

Her story reinforces the belief that deepest sorrows are counterbalanced by pinnacles of joy. To experience those amazing feelings, we must allow the bastards to swim free. We should just let them go. While it may be easier said than done, releasing them can provide the inspiration to construct poignant beauty.

What emotions do you need to release?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Sea Bear – 3 Line Tales

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya

Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen via Unsplash

Masters of illusion they transform black into white and hide in plain sight.

Skillful hunters, they roam a barren landscape, eking out an existence where they are kings of both land and sea.

With every need met, they amuse themselves and play.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Ducky – 100 Word Wednesday

Title: Ducky
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 122
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

A man entered the Valley House brewery carrying a wood duck and sat at the bar. The duck’s painted head and red glass eye glared at the bartender.

“What’s with the duck?” the bartender asked.

“Would you trade a few rounds of your Wood Duck Wee Heavy Ale for this decoy?”

The bartender poured his drink and set the decoy behind the bar.

A few days later the bartender stroked the decoy’s head and smiled. It was a good deal. A few more free drinks and the glaring duck’s head became the perfect tap pull for his Wood Duck Ale.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge May 23

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 142

Today Is Day 143 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 142 word count in the comments.

———————

What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 143 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Harness Your Wild Imagination- Daily Quote

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As a dancer, Isadora Duncan rejected the structured positions and rigid forms of ballet. She improvised, focusing on letting her emotions dictate her movements. She allowed her gestures to flow from one to the next. Dancing was a natural response to music. Aleister Crowley wrote that she displayed an “‘unconsciousness’ — which is magical consciousness — with which she suits the action to the melody.”

We can apply the description to writing. Sometimes the words tumble and appear on the page. They evolve freely. Abstract thought becomes a general idea and finishes as flowing prose. To reach that state, the writer has to let go.  Released from regulations and rules they give the unconscious mind room to run free. The author breaks constraining bonds and creates an uninhibited natural work of art.

How do you connect to your wild nature?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer