Friday never looked so good. The first Thursday after holiday break feels like it should already be Friday. Nearly there, but not quite. Exhaustion creeps in. The to-do list, while shorter, still seems too long, and I miss my casual holiday afternoons.
My mind floats to my favorite holiday activity where I sit before my blazing fireplace, snuggled in my comfortable leather chair with a thick, engaging book, and a glass of wine while I contemplate a nap. One more day of agony, hard work, commitment, and determination, before I attain my reward of an equally busy weekend. Maybe I will reschedule a few tasks, sleep late, and catch my breath.
Regardless of how tired I am, the item sitting at the top of my list is non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 383 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer