Once upon a time, Friday nights were earmarked as date nights or meeting friends at the local restaurant and unwinding with a drink or two. Zoom calls serve as poor substitutes, and I view them like I watch movies — I tune them out. Real-life interaction is more engaging than a screen that blocks tangible connections. Those little boxes interfere with half-heard snippets of conversation from the next table and spontaneous, unexpected friendships formed when you repeatedly run into people.
Those situations also inspired stories, characters, and dialog. Now I must rely solely on my imagination for inspiration, without my Friday night boost or my coffee shop eavesdropping, ahem, writing sessions.
No matter how deep I must dig, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 349 words.
Did you write yesterday?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Yes Zoom definitely does not compare to the real thing! Here is hoping that we can get back to normal this year! Happy Saturday!
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We all have our fingers crossed don’t we? I miss my Friday nights. Happy Saturday. 😊
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Thank you for sharing. 🙏💗
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Always a pleasure to read and share your post, Dear! Hope you have a great day!
xoxox 😘💕😊🌹✨
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