There is nothing like a lazy Sunday when your most pressing decision is whether one nap is enough. Yeah, yesterday was nothing like that. The laundry monster raged and threatened to devour the washing machine. I beat the writhing beast over the head with a broom until it whimpered and agreed to a spin inside the machine. My hands were already clutching the broom handle in a death grip, so it seemed like a good time to dispose of errant piles of dust and yard debris tracked in from the great outdoors. Outside my tomatoes begged for a drink of water, and I discovered the local birds were organizing a protest over the unsanitary conditions in the birdbath.

When I made my way to my desk, my calendar tsk-tsked me and informed me my month-end review and re-forecast should have been completed on the first, and I was now officially late. My To-do list was not kind either. It pointed out several tasks which were languishing. Suitably chastised, I hung my head and set about correcting the worst of my transgressions. With the year already half over, I have no time to lose.

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 347 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer