I am working my way through a gift box of Glenmorangie’s 12-year-old Single Malt Scotch Whisky. Last week I started with the standard finish bottle, which was about the size of the liquor bottles they sell you on airplanes for a shocking price, or about a shot glass size pour. I prefer whisky neat or with a splash of water. Sadly, the first sample left me unimpressed.
My frugal nature doesn’t allow me to waste anything. So yesterday, I cracked open the second bottle. They labeled this one as “Port Wood Finish,” and it was nothing like its companion. The nose was much nicer, and while the pallet was still too rough for my taste, the finish was almost enjoyable. Are you wondering why I am talking about whisky instead of reporting on my writing results?
Here’s the deal. With the initial bottle, I tallied twice my recent average daily word count. Bottle number two yielded a similar outcome. I’m speculating about whether there is a pattern emerging here. Two experimental samples remain to test my theory.
Working on increasing my daily output, I keep the one item at the top of my list a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 872 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer