Another frantic day of 9 to 5 leaves me exhausted, drained, and bereft of even one ounce of creativity. Still, I sit at my desk, pound on the keys, and wait to see what appears. Drivel, incoherent sentences, and logic spinning in impossible circles until it devolves into hysterical nonsense is my reward. Regardless, I have honored my commitment, even if my muse has not.
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 401 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer