In my periphery, just outside my window, something floated and swirled while I focused, concentrating on my screen. It moved again. Annoyed by the unexpected distraction, I glanced from my document to a scene grounded in reality and not the fantasy in my head. Small and white, barely visible against the backdrop of last week’s accumulation, snow flurries drifted. They appeared as almost imperceptible bits of fluff, but a few tiny dancing snowflakes never amount to anything. I dismissed them and returned to my task. Several hours later, I discovered a very different world. Those insignificant flakes were unrelenting in their objective to cover every bit of previously plowed, shoveled, scraped, and cleared surface. My weather app confirmed total snowfall of one to two inches.
The never-ending house remodeling project creeps along at a snail’s pace. I face the constant challenge of delayed components, contractor’s schedules, back-ordered items, and extended lead times because of the pandemic. Progress seems glacial. Yesterday a friend stopped by, and she expressed complete amazement with the improvements and the number of projects completed since the last time she was here.
I am not a patient person. I enjoy digging in, getting work done, and reveling in the finished piece for a hot minute before moving to the next item on my list. To say my daily recorded word counts have been disappointing would be a gross understatement. I have much bigger goals in mind. Three to four hundred words a day sounds paltry when you compare them to the thousands some authors claim to write. But those two previous incidents made me curious, and when I checked my spreadsheet, I discovered a total of 8,000 written words so far this year. If I maintain this rate, I will log 150,000 words by year’s end.
What small steps, taken today, will accumulate and change your world?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer