Yesterday I woke with the same dull ache that started before I went to bed. I insisted it would not ruin a perfectly gorgeous Spring kickoff. I went for a walk, took my medicine, worked in the garden, steamed through my weekend chore list, and attempted to quiet the jackhammer in my head. By early evening, I realized it was a battle I would not win. Lights blared in my eyes. But wearing sunglasses at night isn’t really a thing. Feeling nauseous and tired, I put myself to bed.
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 448 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer