Yesterday, I helped a friend move. It was excruciating. The heat and the humidity worsened with an afternoon thunderstorm. Add in the job’s physical demands, and my energy level plummeted into the sub-basement. A job that should have taken a few hours, instead, consumed my entire day. Optimistic me found a bright spot for the sweaty work. During the frequent rest breaks, I finished reading a book. Perhaps when I consider everything, there is another silver lining for my efforts. I helped a friend when nobody else would. Now the job is done, completed, and I can move on to more meaningful projects. But before I return to the fray, my aching muscles need a day to recover.
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 288 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer