June is off to a hot start. The weather gurus are forecasting near ninety-degree temperatures for the next ten days, and I am searching for activities that don’t make me sweat. The sun is shining, and my fingers ache to dance on the keyboard. I think I will let them loose and let them play, and maybe I will give them a challenge. So far this week, I have written just over 3,200 words. Not a bad total for the first five days, but I think we can do more.

For June, I am attempting to apply the demanding double-down trick on my standard word counts. Most months, I log around 12,000 words. This month I’m shooting for twice that amount or 24,000 words for the month for approximately 1,000 words per day. I do not know if I can accomplish this, but I’m game. Besides, they don’t call it a challenge without reason. Does anyone want to double-down with me? A little competition always makes things more exciting. On your mark. Get set. Go.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

June is off to a hot start. The weather gurus are forecasting near ninety-degree temperatures for the next ten days, and I am searching for activities that don’t make me sweat. The sun is shining, and my fingers ache to dance on the keyboard. I think I will let them loose and let them play, and maybe I will give them a challenge. So far this week, I have written just over 3,200 words. Not a bad total for the first five days, but I think we can do more.

For June, I am attempting to apply the demanding double-down trick on my standard word counts. Most months, I log around 12,000 words. This month I’m shooting for twice that amount or 24,000 words for the month for approximately 1,000 words per day. I do not know if I can accomplish this, but I’m game. Besides, they don’t call it a challenge without reason. Does anyone want to double-down with me? A little competition always makes things more exciting. On your mark. Get set. Go.

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

June is off to a hot start. The weather gurus are forecasting near ninety-degree temperatures for the next ten days, and I am searching for activities that don’t make me sweat. The sun is shining, and my fingers ache to dance on the keyboard. I think I will let them loose and let them play, and maybe I will give them a challenge. So far this week, I have written just over 3,200 words. Not a bad total for the first five days, but I think we can do more.

For June, I am attempting to apply the demanding double-down trick on my standard word counts. Most months, I log around 12,000 words. This month I’m shooting for twice that amount or 24,000 words for the month for approximately 1,000 words per day. I do not know if I can accomplish this, but I’m game. Besides, they don’t call it a challenge without reason. Does anyone want to double-down with me? A little competition always makes things more exciting. On your mark. Get set. Go.

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

I am running as fast as I can, and yet I feel like I am standing still. One step forward, two steps backward, and a mad dash to hit my deadline has left me exhausted. Slowly, inch by inch, I am completing items on my impossible To-Do List. I don’t know how I got here, but this morning when I woke, my calendar said today is Saturday. How did I miss my usual Friday night celebration? This week’s efforts resulted in a handful of reasons to acknowledge my accomplishments too. Darn.

Besides somehow hitting my 9 to 5 deadline, I power washed the house and the fence, started a new class, moved six more tasks to the Ta-Done column, pushed forward on 30 “In Process” items, and wrote 2,700 words. The weekend is young, and I might yet add to my total. Here’s to moving onward and upward, my friends.

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

What happened to Friday? I’m at a complete loss, baffled, confused, and otherwise clueless. Perhaps I have been the victim of a cruel time travel joke. Or maybe I misunderstood the directions Hermione explained to me when she lent me her Time-Turner. Ah, well, I distinctly remember writing in one of those timelines.

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

June? How is it June already? All I know is the onslaught hit me like a freight train. Maybe it was the holiday weekend, the scrambling to get five days of workload accomplished in 4, or the extra time I have spent outdoors. Whatever the cause, I am exhausted, brain-dead, fall-asleep-on-my-feet, tired. It doesn’t matter. I still carved out a little time for writing. Only 302 words, but it is good enough for now. Tomorrow is another day.

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The accounting firm of Bean, Tally, and Moore have May’s results. They counted all the words, checked and double-checked their spreadsheets, and pronounced that we did not meet our budget numbers. Those accountants have a way of making things sound bad, even when they are not.

The first two weeks of May, I got a rare chance to unplug, unwind, and decompress for two entire weeks. I didn’t write a single word during my vacation. I suffered no delusions and held out very little hope of hitting my 12,000-word monthly average. But I came close. During the last half of May, I logged 10,382 words. I’m not complaining. I might even hold a mini celebration. Woo-hoo!

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The first half of May delivered an astounding basketful of surprises, unexpected opportunities, and exciting developments. For the first sixteen days, my blank pages contain very few freshly minted words—translation—none, zip, zilch, nada. But when fortune’s favor smiled on me and offered a rare chance to unplug, unwind, and decompress for two entire weeks, I jumped. I don’t regret my decision. It’s a familiar tale. We don’t realize we need a break until we pack our bags and get the hell out of Dodge.

However, a vacation, sabbatical, leave of absence, or time off is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. Responsibilities do not disappear. Bills require payment, obligations hold their bond, and promises must be kept. Few commitments are more important than the ones we make with ourselves. The face in the mirror knows when we make excuses, attempt to rationalize our decisions or lie. The same image is also kind, caring, and recognizes the truth in our words. I try my hardest to ensure I don’t disappoint my biggest supporter.

Each month, I average about 12,000 written words, and I have a similar expectation for this month. Feeling rested, recharged, and full of ideas, I’m betting I can reach my goal by writing 800 words every day through the end of the month. I’m ready. Are you?

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The first half of May delivered an astounding basketful of surprises, unexpected opportunities, and exciting developments. For the first sixteen days, my blank pages contain very few freshly minted words—translation—none, zip, zilch, nada. But when fortune’s favor smiled on me and offered a rare chance to unplug, unwind, and decompress for two entire weeks, I jumped. I don’t regret my decision. It’s a familiar tale. We don’t realize we need a break until we pack our bags and get the hell out of Dodge.

However, a vacation, sabbatical, leave of absence, or time off is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. Responsibilities do not disappear. Bills require payment, obligations hold their bond, and promises must be kept. Few commitments are more important than the ones we make with ourselves. The face in the mirror knows when we make excuses, attempt to rationalize our decisions or lie. The same image is also kind, caring, and recognizes the truth in our words. I try my hardest to ensure I don’t disappoint my biggest supporter.

Each month, I average about 12,000 written words, and I have a similar expectation for this month. Feeling rested, recharged, and full of ideas, I’m betting I can reach my goal by writing 800 words every day through the end of the month. I’m ready. Are you?

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The first half of May delivered an astounding basketful of surprises, unexpected opportunities, and exciting developments. For the first sixteen days, my blank pages contain very few freshly minted words—translation—none, zip, zilch, nada. But when fortune’s favor smiled on me and offered a rare chance to unplug, unwind, and decompress for two entire weeks, I jumped. I don’t regret my decision. It’s a familiar tale. We don’t realize we need a break until we pack our bags and get the hell out of Dodge.

However, a vacation, sabbatical, leave of absence, or time off is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. Responsibilities do not disappear. Bills require payment, obligations hold their bond, and promises must be kept. Few commitments are more important than the ones we make with ourselves. The face in the mirror knows when we make excuses, attempt to rationalize our decisions or lie. The same image is also kind, caring, and recognizes the truth in our words. I try my hardest to ensure I don’t disappoint my biggest supporter.

Each month, I average about 12,000 written words, and I have a similar expectation for this month. Feeling rested, recharged, and full of ideas, I’m betting I can reach my goal by writing 800 words every day through the end of the month. I’m ready. Are you?

Did you write yesterday?

_________________________________________

Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer