I’m having a rough time shaking these silly spring allergies. Yesterday I woke with a head full of congestion, itchy water eyes, and a pounding headache. I did the only sensible thing. I called off work, took more medicine, and returned to my bed for a blissful couple of hours of deep sleep. Hours later, after a long, hot shower, I almost felt human again.
The unexpected bonus was I had an entire afternoon to myself. It felt decadent. I used the time to finish a few pesky tasks that linger in the nether regions of unimportant today but impossible to ignore. They only serve as guilt inducers as I copy them from one list to the next. Yesterday I completed them, purged them from my file, and I never want to see them again. And, of course, I dedicated a segment of the afternoon to sit at my desk and 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 1050 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer