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