Yesterday dawned with warmer temperatures, melting snow, an enormous pile of projects I needed to accomplish, and a demanding day at the office. Do we say that anymore? Technically, an employer’s worksite “office” no longer exists and has morphed into what used to be my living room. It’s been almost a year, and working from home still feels odd.
Maintaining a functioning home life has its demands. Tuesday demanded the final driveway cleanup to remove the last of the ice and a long-delayed trip to the grocery store. Grocery shopping is among my least favorite activities, ranking just below my bathroom janitorial responsibilities. I find the best plan for managing an unsavory task is to roll up your sleeves, plug your nose, dive in, and get the job done as quickly and efficiently possible. Occasionally, my scheduled writing sessions take on those characteristics. It can feel like one more thing to cross off the list. Experience has taught me those feelings evaporate when I plant my butt in the chair and let my fingers touch the keyboard.
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 468 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer