Wind chill drops our real-feel temperature to 16 degrees. Gusty winds buffet the house, and I snuggle under a warm wool blanket and pull on my favorite pair of soft cashmere fingerless gloves. They were an impulse buy, a decadent splurge, and they make me so incredibly happy. No more blowing on my fingers like poor Bob Cratchit had to do. Now, I can hunker under my blanket, pull my hoodie over my head, balance my laptop on my knees and work in a blissful cocoon of warmth. The only danger I face is falling asleep after a long day.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 462 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer