Another day of slow progress. Yesterday added only 366 words to my total. I’m not complaining, I know I will get a break in my schedule in the coming days. Until then, I keep moving forward.
Are you writing for NaNo?
How is Day 3 progressing?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
When you work on something every day, it eventually becomes easier. Practice makes perfect is the saying. While I don’t believe in perfection, there is a certain satisfaction in seeing positive progress.
Gritty determination got me through yesterday, and when I finally sat to write, I accumulated 830 words. Yes, I realize I didn’t reach the daily target needed to hit my NaNo goal. Yes, I understand the math says I must double my output to reach the month’s goal. But I am working on developing a trend.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
It is almost inevitable. You devise a fool-proof plan, ratcheted your excitement level to the stratosphere, organize, arrange, and just as you sit to write, it happens. The world comes barging in your door, heaping loads of problems, questions, disputes, troublesome issues, general headaches on your plate. Of course, you are the only individual on the entire planet capable and smart enough to resolve everyone’s dire dilemmas.
Welcome to my Monday. It was a test. They were the obstacles I needed to surmount to prove that nothing was going to stop me from reaching my goal. It requires setting boundaries (for real, I’m not kidding) and sticking to your plans. Despite the distractions, I eked out 311 words. Today offers a clean slate, a locked door, and threats of bodily harm if they dare to intrude on my solitude.
Are you writing for NaNo?
How is Day 3 progressing?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
I’m afraid I got off to a slow writing start. Yesterday was a busy day. Still, I managed 798 words before I fell asleep in my chair. Better than a big fat goose egg.
Today, I forecast a more predictable day. I have scheduled two separate write-ins that should boost my productivity. The bonus — the muse whispered in my ear while I slept. She gave me a fabulous idea about what to write. How exciting.
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How is Day 2 progressing?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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Are you writing for NaNo?
How is Day 1 progressing?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: The Lay of the Land
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 166 – Hinterland
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 87 words
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The story repeats in predictable fashion. A hopeful soul blazes through the pristine wilderness, searching for his breakthrough discovery. With luck, his reward is exotic birds, diverse species of rare orchids, and unique animals. Excited, he shares the wonder.
Tiny frontier towns sprout in the hinterland to provide the curious with accommodations while they conduct their research. A steady stream marks the beginning of an erosion that culminates in a deluge. In time, they conserve the endangered and priceless treasures in an isolated park of utopian hell.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Bosco Verticale
Source: Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story to show what it is to protect nature around us.
Word count: 99 words
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Stefano lifted the heavy portfolio in his hand and swiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. A city bus whooshing past momentarily offered a welcome breeze followed by the acrid aftertaste of hot exhaust. Concrete, glass, and steel, absorbed, intensified, and reflected the summer heat.
As a child, Nonna told him tales of long-ago country summers. Tree leaves danced in gentle breezes, birds sang, and the earth cradled soft blue skies.
He featured urban forestation and nature in his architectural designs. Trees, shrubs, and perennials festooned every design, and he proudly wore the title of The Baron in the Trees.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: A Losing Battle
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word count: 100 words
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Be wary, my dear creative friend, when you say you wish to explore the seductive call of the arts. If your conviction is not solid, if your resolve is not resolute, if your ethics are not steadfast, clear, and true, then my advice to you is to run. Run, before it is too late.
Once you dip your brush, your pen, your sword, your soul is forever colored, consumed, altered.
Oblivion lurks at the bottom of a paint can, time becomes malleable, and insignificant thoughts recede.
Art has left me desperate and my car keys have been missing for weeks.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Undercurrents
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 167 – Nuance
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 52 words.
Photo by Tom van Hoogstraten on Unsplash
Our boat perched upon the quiet, mist-shrouded lake.
“Don’t expect to feel the colors, to see nuance,” the ancient fisherman’s surreal voice matched the monochrome scene.
“Sunrise fractures innocence. Only then will you appreciate the beauty we’ve lost.”
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Attaining “High Flight” and “Slipping the Surly Bonds”
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
I identified the target. No one noticed the woman with a stroller. The device in my pocket would disrupt any surveillance cameras, but I still needed a diversion.
Stalling, I cooed to the baby. A panel van heading toward me promised the perfect cover for my heist. Timing was everything. I resumed my walk, activated the disruptor, and counted. The truck and my stroller converged at the package.
With payment confirmed, I dropped the package in the black sedan’s trunk. Safe from prying eyes, I removed my mask, hat, sunglasses, and wig. Since the virus, disguises were so much easier.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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