Yesterday I indulged the needs of my poor sleep-deprived body, turned off my alarm, and slept for as long as I was able. I logged an astounding six hours and twenty-three minutes, which is double the amount of my best night’s rest for any night in the last week. Then I developed a theme for the day—indulging my desire to do nothing.
I ran a few errands, picked the first ripened tomatoes from the garden, washed and quartered them, plopped them in a pot, and set them on the stove to simmer. When they cooled, I took them for a spin through the food mill, and now I have the makings of the season first batch of tomato sauce. Yummy.
I sorted through two book boxes and earmarked over half of them to be re-homed. Next, I handled a backlog of household chores and ran a couple of loads of laundry. I cooked my dinner on the grill before I settled onto the couch to watch a recently released tv show episode. I can not confirm or deny the possibility that I may have napped while watching tv.
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 222 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer