Yesterday I ran a marathon in the mud. Or at least, how I felt is how I imagine marathon running might be. Oh, and the mud part? Well, I can tell you nothing was clean, or neat, or systematic about yesterday. I’m not one to stop or give in, so I didn’t. I made my class meeting with seconds to spare and was rewarded with a private session with the instructor. Priceless.
Then it was another mad dash to create a crudité platter for a friend’s surprise birthday party. Have I mentioned my death-defying knife skills and my finely honed presentation aesthetics? The platter received accolades beyond my expectations, and the star of the arrangement was the blanched wax beans. Who would have thought, and why, oh why, do I always forget to create photographic evidence of my creations? I blame it on the fact that I needed to focus on slowing my pace, relaxing, enjoying a glass of wine, and the company of good friends. Mission accomplished.
I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 384 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer