Daily Quote

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I planned a relaxing writing weekend. It didn’t go to plan. Rescheduling a contractor, friends stopping by unannounced and the conspiracy of the pleasant spring weather foiled my best intentions. Then there was the family. Their faces are pitiful, they wave cookies beneath my nose, and turn the music loud enough to shake the house.  They know how to mess with my concentration. They coax my inner child to rebel and break my resolve.

It is prudent to succumb, cave to their antics, let loose and have fun. The best part is if you play your cards correctly, they will collapse, exhausted from the activity and the effects of fresh air. Within a house echoing with the sounds of peaceful slumber, rejuvenated and awake, the writer can work into the wee hours of the night.

How do you balance weekend family time with your desire to write?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 20

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 109

Today Is Day 110 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 109 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 110 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

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It’s a nice idea, booking a hotel suite, intending to stay an entire weekend. Doing. Absolutely. Nothing. After a few minutes, it starts. Barely a whisper, it flits around my mind. I shoo it away. But it persists. It doesn’t listen, and the nagging begins. My fingers drum the table, I flip channels, surfing from show to a movie, to the inevitable reruns. I’m not interested. I walk to the window, surveying the grand view, watch the people rushing on the street below me. In this room and the walls constrict, triggering my claustrophobia.

I can’t do “nothing” for an extended period. I am impatient. I need activity, physical action, a project to occupy my mind and exercise for my fidgety fingers. There’s a saying which connects the devil with idle hands. Whatever the cause, I must do something. It is what relaxes me and keeps me sane.

How do you unwind?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter P

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Perspicacious: of acute mental vision or discernment, Keen

Aunt Edna and Uncle Charlie never had kids. I never asked, my mother would have slapped me upside the head if I ever had the audacity to ask such a personal question. There was a story there, my bones told me. I saw it in Aunt Edna’s face when she held infants and played with small children. Perhaps it was the reason she became a schoolteacher. She wasn’t the normal run-of-the-mill teacher either. She kept in touch with her students over the years, exchanged Christmas cards with them, and attended their college graduations.

I remember little about Uncle Charlie. He died of a heart attack when I was a teenager. If she mourned his death, she didn’t let on in front of me, but she never remarried either. Mother made it my job to check on Aunt Edna after he passed. Once or twice a week I stopped. I visited her on Wednesdays after school and at ten o’clock on Saturday mornings, rain or shine.

My friends felt sorry for me, but Aunt Edna and I settled into a routine of sorts. There were times she helped me with my homework, and times I helped her with housework. She fearlessly taught me to drive with her car, and when I got my license, I drove her to the store or her hair appointment. One summer we painted her whole house. Before Christmas, we spent hours baking for the annual teacher’s cookie exchange. On special occasions, we traveled to the city to visit the art museum.

When I went to college, we began new rituals. I think she realized I missed checking on her and she mailed me letters and care packages. Her notes brought a smile to my face, and the parcels eased my homesickness. I understood why her students loved her. She believed I could do anything, even when I struggled and lost faith, she never did.

Time moves on and it changes us. I graduated, took a job in another town, got married and started a family. I saw Aunt Edna whenever I came home. She made it seem as if we had only been apart a few days, not weeks, or months or years. I never expected the call. The one telling me Aunt Edna had gone to join Uncle Charlie.

Her will left me everything, but it wasn’t the biggest surprise. Aunt Edna’s love of art ran deeper than I ever suspected. She had been perspicacious in acquiring pieces for her collection. I knew she bought artwork, but it never occurred to me that she had developed relationships with the artists. They attended her funeral and spoke as if we were longtime friends. We were, in a way. She included our stories in her letters. The artwork’s value was astounding, but Aunt Edna’s real legacy is all the friends I inherited.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Essential People – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They canceled schools, closed businesses, and ordered nonessential people home. Six inches of snow fell, and the prognosticators promised more.

Georgie refused. Lives depended on him. He considered his job essential and left for work as usual, at a quarter past three. His daily walk was quiet, but this morning he could hear the earth sigh.

He unlocked his shop doors, flipped on the lights, and began. Incorporating simple ingredients, flour, buttermilk, eggs, yeast, and sugar, he moved with the grace of a ballerina.  When the shop bell jingled, his yeasted donuts were ready, guaranteed to warm his customer’s hearts.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 19

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 19

Today Is Day 109 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 108 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 109 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

 

Daily Quote

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Complex subjects intrigue me. I dip my feet into math, science, statistics and their practical applications. I study history from ancient Greece to current events. Programs exploring the natural world and the vast array of animal species flicker across my tv screen. I read journals, question experts, and disappear into Google’s rabbit holes seeking a greater understanding of the day’s prevailing passion.

My desire drives my writing. Knowledge gives me the freedom to create even simple stories. Greek gods become characters, long-ago events provide dilemmas to solve, and oddities of nature inspire believable settings. The facts spark new ideas, incorporating obscure details, creates the challenge and I write, attempting to capture the tale’s evolution.

How will you grow today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter O

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Opportune: suitable or convenient for a particular occurrence

Tierha left his meditative realm and rejoined the monks as they prayed. The temple hummed with their soft chanting. Tierha let the sound sooth his spirit as he prepared himself. His revelation would cause dissent.

He inhaled, and in one fluid movement, he stood, silent among them. Their melodious devotions ebbed then ceased, and their attention resting on their lama. The room was silent for many minutes before Tierha spoke.

“The grey ghost of the mountains visited me,” he said and paused. “I am to undertake a journey to the Great Cave of Conquering Demons.”

A breeze caressed the monks, touching the nape of a neck, quieting a restless hand, and soothing the shoulders of the fearful.

“We will start preparations for a spring departure,” one monk volunteered.

“Make the arrangements, but I leave at dawn,” Tierha replied.

The once quiet prayer space erupted with works of concern and admonishments for his trip’s delay.

“We are entering winter—”

“You can fight demons anytime, anywhere.”

“Wait until the passes are free from snow.”

“The envoys won’t be able to reach the supply drop.”

“You’ll starve—”

“You’ll freeze—”

“You’ll die.”

Tierha’s hand gently petted the air and their voices stilled.

“The opportune place is the Great Cave of Conquering Demons. The moment is upon us,” he said.

His face said they would not dissuade him.

“There is nothing to fear. The snow lion walks with me.”

The monks peered into the dark recesses, searching. A monk pointed beyond the door.  Silhouetted by dawn’s orange glow they saw tiger eyes surrounded by a turquoise mane. The snow lion bowed to them, then turned and walked toward the light.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

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People fail. I consider it a truism, and an activity we should aspire to challenge often. Tasks we practice and perfect, become rote. With memorized movements, the process is automatic, and our brain is no longer fully engaged. Our culture prizes efficiency and mastery of specific skill sets, which forces experts to learn minute facts in an ever-tightening circle. The culmination creates grand masters of hollow details we dissect into oblivion.  It leaves us with a deep void we can’t fill.

Risk taking is scary, and like a child learning to walk, it guarantees only the opportunity to stumble, fall, and struggle. The fact is, we only fail if we end the journey with the first difficulty. The trial of trying something new is also exciting and exhilarating. We experience the world from a different perspective. Our brain is engaged with a problem to solve. We choose whether our ineptitude is an embarrassment, or a grand adventure filled with wonderful discoveries. I opt to embrace failure and move forward to success.

What will you try today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 18

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 107

Today Is Day 108 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 107 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 108 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer