Tuesday proceeded along the same trajectory as Monday. The busyness of the day job grind leaves me exhausted at the day’s end and wondering where I discover energy, motivation, and an invitation to sit at the feet of my muse. I know she is there, tantalizingly just beyond my reach. Her grace, her whispered words of wisdom, do not inspire prose to jump with alacrity from my fingertips to my blank document. I slog through mud, write, erase, rewrite, delete, try again, cut, copy, and paste fragmented ideas and disjointed sentences from one section to another until they resemble a circular sort of logic. Don’t be fooled by assertions to the contrary. Writing is no simple task.

No matter how deep I need to dig, I find my guiding lights, and I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 409 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer