June? How is it June already? All I know is the onslaught hit me like a freight train. Maybe it was the holiday weekend, the scrambling to get five days of workload accomplished in 4, or the extra time I have spent outdoors. Whatever the cause, I am exhausted, brain-dead, fall-asleep-on-my-feet, tired. It doesn’t matter. I still carved out a little time for writing. Only 302 words, but it is good enough for now. Tomorrow is another day.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer