Some days have a mind of their own. They grab hold of your agenda, and like a new puppy with a chew toy, they shake and gnaw and rip and tear until it bears no resemblance to what you remember. In the aftermath, your adorable destructive mutt looks at you with pride and exhaustion before they collapse, ready for a nap. It is your responsibility to salvage what you can from the gooey, slobbery mess and throw the rest in the trash. There is nothing left to do but return to the drawing board, start again, and hope for a better tomorrow.

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 417 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer