Sunday Fun Day– Daily Quote

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Lately, life has been a flurry of activity, appointments, deadlines, and demands. I rush from task to task, hurrying to complete each item by its appointed deadline. I pivot, twist, change directions and comply with new requests, additional information, and tactical adjustments.  Even my writing time has become one item to cross from my list, morphing and threatening to become more work than fun.

This is not acceptable. Time for a reset. Sunday is my rest day. Today I will take a break, breathe, and clear my schedule. No writing, no lists, no alarm clocks, no worries. A morning coffee, open space, a change of venue, and an opportunity to let my mind run wild. Today, it is dedicated to fun.

Do you remember why you started writing?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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2019 Daily Writing Challenge September 8

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 250

Today Is Day 251 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 250 word count in the comments.

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What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 251 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Honor Games – #SwiftFicFriday

Title: Honor Games
Source:  #SwiftFicFriday – Week 5 Prompt
Word count: 300 words

Theo’s palms were moist with dread, and they trembled as he rubbed them on his trousers.

“I must be crazy,” he said to himself. The god sitting across from him snickered.

“Perhaps you are…” he paused amused by Theo’s squirming, “or maybe you seek to restore honor to your family name.” He pressed his ashen-grey fingertips together in front of his hood shrouded face. Pale eyelids slowly closed, hiding the deep ebony pits of his demon tortured soul.

“Will you help me?”

“You want me to intervene with the daughters of Night?” Scorching fire flashed when his eyes opened. “The Erinyes do not yield once they accept the curse. I am afraid he is doomed to suffer every misery and misfortunes they see fit to heap upon him.”

“My brother is not responsible for my mother’s death. His only crime was not being able to protect her from my uncle’s greed. My uncle killed her. He seeks to destroy everything he cannot own.”

Theo imagined Hades smiled.

“Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megaera play an elaborate game, but you hold a winning move.”

As he spoke their names three Furies appeared behind him, black robes fluttering with their lamentations. Serpents writhed, coiling in their hair and twisting around their arms as crimson blood oozed from their dead eyes.

“You wish to invoke the burden of persecution?” they asked in unison.

Theo’s mouth gaped and his skin paled making him resemble Hades.

Hades lifted his hand, and a stifled chuckle passed his lips.

“Ladies. Ladies. There is no need for invocation tonight, Theo wants to right a wrong. Someone has duped you three.”

The Furies’ wails fell silent, and they looked from one to the other.

“Duped? Pray, tell us more. We must hunt the miscreant and administer the fate that he deserves.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Setting Limits on Pushing Beyond Your Limits – Daily Quote

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I keep hearing we should push past our limits, work harder, longer, smarter. Put in more, add extra effort, kill it at your day job, dedicate hours to your passion project, steal downtime minutes to double down on the side hustle while you somehow juggle a personal existence, me-time, and work-life balance. Phew.

The whole mess leaves me feeling apprehensive, frustrated, and exhausted. I have pushed myself to do my best, do it all and move outside my comfort zone. The result is I became more stressed and more anxious. My productivity fell, my enthusiasm evaporated, and I was irritable and angry. Pushing beyond my limitations drove me straight to burnout. And to what end?

Limits exist for a reason. They protect us from unrealistic ambition, work overload, and total shutdown. No matter how many times they say it, you can’t give 110% for days and weeks or year. Learning, truly mastering your subject, requires immersion, hands-on commitment, and space to appreciate the excitement for your dream.

Let me escape the programmed fate of some device-driven, optimized, maxed-out hustling, and artificially balanced being. Yes, sign me up for waking when I am rested, for rediscovering the joy of internalizing knowledge, and for connecting with friends who help me see the best parts of being human.

Have you gone too far?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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2019 Daily Writing Challenge September 7

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 249

Today Is Day 250 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 249 word count in the comments.

———————

What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 250 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Courtyard Conflict — Ralph and the Prince Part IV

If you missed anything you can read
Part I,  Here.
Part II, Here.
Part III, Here.

“Uzair… Uzair, come quickly. I need you,” D’ArtAnna called, sprinting under the pergola. It was encased with gnarled, twining wisteria vines.

Ralph ran behind her. The dense stems, thicker than his thigh, created an impenetrable wall forcing them to follow the flagstones laid in intricate patterns on the path’s floor. A hundred yards further, the tunnel ended in a circular courtyard bathed in sunlight. Ralph slowed, blinking, surprised by the size and the light, the fortress was larger than he had expected. Overhead a cheerful, cloudless blue sky greeted them. Along the perimeter were stone structures that towered four stories up the side of the constricting mountain. They gave the appearance of being carved from the black granite cliff by a brilliant stonemason.

D’ArtAnna’s pace had not slowed. She led them left, crossing the yard toward a shorter structure that seemed separated from the rest of the buildings.

“Uzair, help me,” she called.

To Ralph’s right, a door opened, and a massive, bulking figure ducked under a low lintel.

“I’m coming. What’s the…” his voice trailed off as he straightened, taking in the scene unfolding in front of him. Without thinking, he pivoted and charged at Ralph.

Standing tall, Uzair reached his full height. He was a giant. Ralph froze in his tracks to face him head-on. Uzair’s eyes burned with rage, his long, coal-black hair fanning out behind him as he ran. He stretched his arms wide revealing a broad well-muscled chest with strange tattoos. Ralph guessed this guy could squash his skull with a single massive hand.

“Great, this monster means to kill me,” Ralph muttered. The space between them was closing fast. Ralph held his ground, quelling his instinct to run, he knew he faced certain death. The earth shook with Uzair approach, his intention to protect D’ArtAnna was clear. Ralph’s calculations told him he had only one advantage.

A moment before they collided, Ralph danced sideways, ducking under the giant’s outstretched arms, he extended his foot to catch the man’s ankle in mid-stride. The palms of Ralph’s hands kissed the stones, and he tumbled past Uzair. Off-balance, grasping at thin air, Uzair stumbled, landing hard on his face, he howled. The noise echoed through the complex.

Ralph jumped to his feet, his gaze never leaving Uzair, he peddled backward, inching closer to the prince.

“Hey. Wanna call off your dog?” Ralph yelled as the big man began to rise from the pavement.

D’ArtAnna had reached the entrance and unbolted the door. She swung to look at them, groaning when she realized what had happened.

“Damm it, Uzair. Leave him alone, he won’t hurt anyone. I require your help to get him inside. Now Uzair,” she commanded, and she returned to access the prince’s condition.

Confused, Uzair stood motionless, his eyes darting from his mistress to Ralph.

Ralph raised his arms, both palms facing Uzair, he continued moving in the prince’s direction.

“Uzair, if Prince Kennward dies, it will be your fault,” she said over her shoulder.

“Prince Kennward?”

The name prodded Uzair to action, he sprinted to D’ArtAnna, pushing her out of his way. He grabbed the prince and in a fluid movement, rolled him off the horse. He cradled the limp prince against his chest like a small child.

“Where?”

“The cot in the middle of the infirmary,” she said, pointing at the opening. Uzair strode past her, stooped down and twisted his body sideways, making sure he didn’t bang the prince’s head against the doorjamb, he disappeared inside. D’ArtAnna followed. Pausing in the doorway, she glanced back at Ralph.

“Sire, I will need your services too,” she said then vanished. The scent of gardenias remained.

Looking around the empty courtyard, Ralph heard birds singing, the stallion moved, shifting his weight. He patted the animal’s neck.

“I’m not sure who she thinks she’s talking to, but I’ll see to you soon, boy. Thanks for getting us to safety. Pray he lives. Okay?”

The stallion bobbed his head as Ralph stepped through another doorway.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Betrayed – Thursday Threads

“My God, Charlene… He’s barely alive.” Contempt tainted Haley’s voice.

I didn’t respond. She dug in her tool bag, grabbed a long silver instrument, then she peeled back her palm, revealing the gaping hole in his chest.

I watched her frantic movements, letting the gun spin in my hands. She clamped lines, sopped ooze, trying to save him. I began to question my decision to call Haley. She was the best in her field. Maybe too good. I mean, what would happen if he lived?

“Charlene, will you give me a hand?”

I could tell by her tone, she wasn’t asking. She expected me to jump and do her bidding. She was my friend, but her only concern was saving him, not helping me.

“Charlene?”

“Doesn’t he deserve to die?”

“I can fix him,” she offered, almost pleading.

“Like you did last time?” My voice sounded harsh even to me.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“I’ve heard that before. I’d be a fool to help.”

A scenario flickered, then exploded in my mind.

“It’s been you all along, hasn’t it? You’re in love with your creation, your darling automaton. His devotion to me is killing you. You’re programming him to kill me.”

Haley’s face crinkled and felt her simmering hate.

“Yes, when you’re dead, he will love me.”

I saw his processor flicker, and his right hand grabbed her throat. He didn’t let go.

“I’m sorry,” were his last words, as I placed the gun in Haley’s lifeless hand.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Indulging in Sacrifice to Discover Productivity – Daily Quote

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Friday night dinner plans are a pleasure.  I look forward to the ritual. I meet my friends, to enjoy a wonderful meal while we catch up on the week’s happenings. We tell jokes, laugh and celebrate the highs and lows life throws at us.

Please don’t force me to wake before dawn, turn on a bright screen, and write. I am not a morning person, in fact, I bear no resemblance to anything remotely human until after my second cup of coffee. My grunts and groans are unintelligible, stringing two words together is an impossibility, concocting coherent sentence… well, that’s not happening. I have learned to avoid my weaknesses.

But I don’t consider it a sacrifice to write on Friday night. It is pure bliss. Ordering carry-out is decadent, no cooking or cleaning lets me kick back, and indulge my passion for writing.

Do you write on Friday night?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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2019 Daily Writing Challenge September 6

2019 Daily Writing Challenge day 248

Today Is Day 249 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 248 word count in the comments.

———————

What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 249 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Green Monsters – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Green Monsters
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

I screamed when Mom showed me her newest houseplant. Barely bigger than my thumb, I begged her to destroy it. She laughed.

Each time I visited; it was larger, more menacing. It developed tendrils, and under each leaf, were sharp, curved barbs. They reminded me of claws. Mom was unconcerned.

I tried to enlist my brother’s help. She would listen to him. He called me crazy.

One day Mom didn’t answer her phone. In a panic, I drove her house. A green vine opened the door, invited me inside. I ran, with the sound of laughter ringing in my ears.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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