Yesterday magic happened. I finished my work in record time, my Pandora’s box of unwanted emails remained silent, my phone did not ring, and silence spread with the warm sunshine. A dozen long overdue tasks mysteriously migrated to the Ta-Done tab. A pair of Mourning Doves found a snowless patch of ground in my garden for sunbathing, my muse whispered in my ear, and I wrote. Then I sat and indulged in a brainstorming session for my new project.
Last weekend a failed water fitting behind the refrigerator derailed my intention for a full two-day writing extravaganza. The required cleanup consumed my energy and left me discouraged and a little sad. Hope rises when we least expect it, and yesterday added fuel to the thought of resurrecting my plan. My calendar holds a handful of commitments blocked into my weekend schedule that I cannot change. But I am determined to minimize the distractions and maximize the pockets of time available for me to write.
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 609 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer