Entry 31: Kick Things Old School

I’ve never been good about keeping a journal. It all boils down to consistency. There are days when I skip making an entry. Life can crowd out the time I need to write down my thoughts about a day’s events. I’ve also been reluctant to pose as an expert on the writing process. If I knew anything of value about writing, my work would already be in print. I went out on a skinny limb of a tall in 2022 when I shared my 365 days of thankfulness. The exercise forced me to put myself out there with my soft belly exposed. Thank you for joining me on my journey in the written word. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call entry 31: Kick Things Old School.

Note: I consider editing an important part of the writing process. Editing is where all the artistry happens.

My morning writing before I started entry 31: Kick Things Old School

I spent a constructive morning writing. Chapters 16 and 17 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast took up most of my time. I am satisfied with the way the story now unfolds. The one concern is whether I have done enough worldbuilding to draw the reader into the story. I will look for that when I go back and do the editing. The rewrite draws out the personality of the characters. The big surprise for me is that Chad Wallace, the head of Chandler Enterprise security, plays a bigger role in this version. He is now closer to the family. Plus, he’s made a promise that will be hard for him to keep. This agreement makes him vested in wanting the curse to end.

I plan to spend the afternoon writing acrostic poems. I need several more of them before the month ends. Word Daddy has disappeared to parts unknown. There are times when he is a fickle and stubborn muse. Sometimes I think he is working for someone else. If you’ve seen him, send him on back around here. I could use the inspiration. I suspect he’s intimidated by the idea of writing a love story. He’s more into the comedic aspect of the old lady bounty-hunting thing. I told him that he needed to take on the new challenges of the muse profession. He told me I needed to mind my own business. And so here we are kicking things old school. I’ve even pulled out an old dictionary with small print for inspiration.

The book I am currently reading right now and entry 31: Kick Things Old School

I am still reading Alexander McCall Smith’s The Novel Habits of Happiness, but I am not far enough into the book to be drawn into the story. I did enjoy Isabel’s impression of Las Vegas as being fake and a gaudy attraction that drew people to the desert for enjoyment. She described it as a less-than-worthy spot on the American landscape, and I agree with her. Rooster and I visited there, and I wasn’t impressed.

What I’m listening to right now and entry 31: Kick Things Old School

I decided to kick things old school today and listen to The Best of Buffalo Springfield Retrospective. This band was popular back in the late 60s. The members included Steven Still and Neil Young. I loved their sound back in the day and have many memories attached to some of these tunes.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

It is cold outside. I am not kidding. I am so thankful that I have a house to live in and can still afford to pay the heating bill. Some people don’t have those things in our city. I am so grateful that I have a warm place to stay.

This old lady says

Turn up the heat. January has never been my favorite month of the year. I know I have to go outside later, but I’ll stay here in the warmth and kick things old school for now.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Thundersnow

It is time to make a switch. I’m in the mood to write a series of acrostic poems. I’ve tackled the task before, but I would like to explore this style of poetry again. It fits my challenge to select different forms of poetry that start with a certain letter during the month. I selected the letter A for January. The acrostic poem has been around for centuries. The first record of the use of this style was in the prophecies of the Sibyl. Legend implies that these poems predict the Trojan War and other historical events. Samples of this poetry also were discovered at Pompeii. I am not hinting that I am writing prophetic poetry. I simply enjoy writing in this style. This acrostic poem is called Thundersnow.

Definition of an acrostic poem and its relationship to Thundersnow

 An acrostic poem starts when the poet uses the first letter of each line of verse to form a word, phrase, or sentence. The poem deals with the subject of the letters selected to form a stream of thought. The poem doesn’t have any rules concerning meter or rhythm. A poet may try to do both, but there is no rule regarding how the poem should be formed, except the first letter of each line must have a special meaning.

Thundersnow 
This is a weird atmospheric event
Hot air collides with a cold energy
Unique in its loud sound and density
Naked in the sad, dark need to be spent
Dreadful on a cloy perilous power
Electric discharge of cold energy
Random idea of a rain shower
Snow starts to fall from the grizzly gray sky 
Nothing makes sense now as you wonder why
Once things turn odd, they keep going that way
Witness thundersnow at the break of day

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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  1. So true. “Once things turn odd, they keep going that way.” And it usually keeps going for much longer than we would like to see. Wish some luck, things would get better in 2023…

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Entry 30: Digging Out

I’ve never been good about keeping a journal. It all boils down to consistency. There are days when I skip making an entry. Life can crowd out the time I need to write down my thoughts about a day’s events. I’ve also been reluctant to pose as an expert on the writing process. If I knew anything of value about writing, my work would already be in print. I went out on a skinny limb of a tall in 2022 when I shared my 365 days of thankfulness. The exercise forced me to put myself out there with my soft belly exposed. Thank you for joining me on my journey in the written word. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call entry 30: Digging Out.

Note: I consider editing an important part of the writing process. Editing is where all the artistry happens.

My morning writing before I started entry 30: Digging Out

We are digging ourselves out from under all the snow that fell yesterday. Now, I am spending the morning digging for words. I finished chapter 15 and started 16 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast. This rewrite of my NaNoWriMo project is moving along rapidly. I’m surprised to haven’t encountered snags along the way. What I’m writing now gives the characters stronger motivation to do the things they do. Will Chandler wants to keep Maizie safe. He feels he owes her a debt for an incident in the French Quarter years before. Maizie has unresolved issues in her past from which she would like to free herself. She is attempting to build a life for herself but doesn’t know if she can accept Will Chandler’s help. Then there is the whole issue of him being a Rougarou.

I wrote several acrostic poems today. It has been challenging to keep up with my blog posts this year. I think maybe I took on too much of a challenge with this writer’s journal and attempted different styles of poetry every month. I fell into a rhythm with all the Black Out poems I wrote last year, but I have to search far and wide for words these days.

The book I am currently reading right now and entry 30: Digging Out

As I predicted, I started reading Alexander McCall Smith’s The Novel Habits of Happiness. Isabel’s niece, Cat, has taken her dishwasher engineer to Paris. They seem to be romantically involved. That is the reason why Cat doesn’t replace her faulty dishwasher. Isabel is worried about her niece. They are close to the same age, and Cat once dated Isabel’s husband.

Smith unravels a story with a great deal of subtility. His style of writing is different than what I am used to reading. Sometimes it feels like he is rambling, but he always manages to tie Isabel’s fights of fancy into the plot. The Novel Habits of Happiness is the third book in the Isabel Dalhousie Series. I swore I’d never get hooked into the reading of a series again, but here I am. What can I say?

What I’m listening to right now and entry 30: Digging Out

I put Tab Benoit’s Wetlands on my stereo this morning because Amazing Buchanan has Cajun roots. Tab is a blues artist from Houma, Louisiana. The music he roots plays has the rhythm of the bayou built into it. He is one of Rooster and my favorite blues artists. Before Covid, we tried to catch his show whenever he played close to our home. We took a Tab Benoit groupie motorcycle vacation and rode to venues in Wisconsin and Michigan, ending in Indiana. We traveled some amazing scenic roads along the way. Our battery suddenly died while we were in an isolated area of Door County, Wisconsin, and we had to bum a ride to get a new one. It was an amazing experience filled with wonderful music, good food, and great roads. You should try to catch his show sometime.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful we didn’t get the eight inches of snow predicted for the area yesterday. Three inches of the white stuff is more than enough. Now, it is up to us to dig our way out of the mess. It was pretty yesterday, but today it’s a muddy mess. I am grateful for snow shovels and snow blowers.

This old lady says

Into every life, a little snow must fall, but it is the way you dig yourself out that matters. There is nothing like hard work and persistence to get the job done. It’s like that old joke. How do you eat an elephant? The answer is one bite at a time. This old lady has a large white mess to clear. Catch everyone later.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Breathe Easy

It is time to make a switch. I’m in the mood to write a series of acrostic poems. I’ve tackled the task before, but I would like to explore this style of poetry again. It fits my challenge to select different forms of poetry that start with a certain letter during the month. I selected the letter A for January. The acrostic poem has been around for centuries. The first record of the use of this style was in the prophecies of the Sibyl. Legend implies that these poems predict the Trojan War and other historical events. Samples of this poetry also were discovered at Pompeii. I am not hinting that I am writing prophetic poetry. I simply enjoy writing in this style. This acrostic poem is called Breathe Easy.

Definition of an acrostic poem and its relationship to Breathe Easy

An acrostic poem starts when the poet uses the first letter of each line of verse to form a word, phrase, or sentence. The poem deals with the subject of the letters selected to form a stream of thought. The poem doesn’t have any rules concerning meter or rhythm. A poet may try to do both, but there is no rule regarding how the poem should be formed, except the first letter of each line must have a special meaning.

Breathe Easy

Bizarre, intense interaction
Rapid exhale of a breath.
Every nerve at full attention
Aware of collision with death
Time to stop your reaction
Healing balm applied to your heart.

Every bad act that brings you pain
Announces a red dragon slain
Safe at last, you can breathe easy
Yoke of healing salve remains.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Entry 29: Snow Day

I’ve never been good about keeping a journal. It all boils down to consistency. There are days when I skip making an entry. Life can crowd out the time I need to write down my thoughts about a day’s events. I’ve also been reluctant to pose as an expert on the writing process. If I knew anything of value about writing, my work would already be in print. I went out on a skinny limb of a tall in 2022 when I shared my 365 days of thankfulness. The exercise forced me to put myself out there with my soft belly exposed. Thank you for joining me on my journey in the written word. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call Entry 29: Snow Day.

Note: I consider editing an important part of the writing process. Editing is where all the artistry happens.

My morning writing before I started entry 29: Snow Day

Rooster and I woke up this morning to find ourselves snowed in. There is so much snow on the ground that we decided to declare a snow day. We plan to stay inside and mind our business as the snow continues. We aren’t even going to attempt to go to the gym, and there is enough food in the house that could last for weeks. The world can pass us by because we’re having a perfect snow day.

I rewrote chapters 14 and 15 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast this morning. The plot is the same, but the story has taken some darker turns. I’m uncertain how dark I want to take the story from here. I need to add more heartache into the mix for this one to fit into the series. Will and Masie only occasionally appear in the other books I plan to write. They won’t play lead roles. The hazy characters I wrote during NaNoWriMo are taking on a more formed shape. This book is their time to shine. I’m moving along so fast that I wonder when I’ll hit the next speed bump.

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 29: Snow Day

I plan to start Alexander McCall Smith’s The Novel Habits of Happiness this evening. It is the third book I found about one month ago at a used bookstore. I told myself I’d never start reading a series again, and here I am, getting sucked into the void again. Why do I do these things to myself? Reading these stories becomes an obsession after you spend so much time with the characters you discover in one of these series. I am so deep into the Scotland that belongs to Isabel Dalhousie.

What I’m listening to while thinking about entry 29: Snow Day

I decided to have a Counting Crows festival here at my desk while I watch the snow fly. First, I put August and Everything after on the stereo, followed by This Desert Life. I brought home with the Counting Crows New Amsterdam, but I can’t explain why I made that choice in music today. I guess I’m in a funky sort of mood.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am for the perfect snow day. I just glanced outside, and the snow had ended. The plows will start rolling now, and I am grateful I can stay out of their way. The furnace just kicked on, and I am safe and warm. I don’t have anywhere I need to be. I can stay inside and play with words.

This old lady says

There is something special about a snow day. They weren’t created for children who are happy to stay home from school. We all need a break. Maybe the snow is how nature tells us we need to slow down and take a moment to be thankful for the intermission in the theatre of life.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Mediocrity

It is time to make a switch. I’m in the mood to write a series of acrostic poems. I’ve tackled the task before, but I would like to explore this style of poetry again. It fits my challenge to select different forms of poetry that start with a certain letter during the month. I selected the letter A for January. The acrostic poem has been around for centuries. The first record of the use of this style was in the prophecies of the Sibyl. Legend implies that these poems predict the Trojan War and other historical events. Samples of this poetry also were discovered at Pompeii. I am not hinting that I am writing prophetic poetry. I simply enjoy writing in this style. This acrostic poem is called Mediocrity.

Definition of an acrostic poem and its relationship to Mediocrity

An acrostic poem starts when the poet uses the first letter of each line of verse to form a word, phrase, or sentence. The poem deals with the subject of the letters selected to form a stream of thought. The poem doesn’t have any rules concerning meter or rhythm. A poet may try to do both, but there is no rule regarding how the poem should be formed, except the first letter of each line must have a special meaning.

Mediocrity

Meandering through the hours of my day 
Experiencing potholes in the way
Deny my clumsy fingers dent clay.
Indistinct smear of creativity
Once I opt to break the bonds and free
Conjured up the possibility
Resisted the urge of mediocrity.
Insisted on cutting the ties that bind
Tethering me to a lazy mind
Yearning for how I want life to be

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Entry 28: Waiting for the Storm

I’ve never been good about keeping a journal. It all boils down to consistency. There are days when I skip making an entry. Life can crowd out the time I need to write down my thoughts about a day’s events. I’ve also been reluctant to pose as an expert on the writing process. If I knew anything of value about writing, my work would already be in print. I went out on a skinny limb of a tall in 2022 when I shared my 365 days of thankfulness. The exercise forced me to put myself out there with my soft belly exposed. Thank you for joining me on my journey in the written word. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call Entry 28: Waiting for the Storm.

Note: I consider editing an important part of the writing process. Editing is where all the artistry happens.

My morning writing before I started while Entry 28: Waiting for the Storm.

I made a fortunate mistake finishing my rewrite of chapter 12 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast. I wrote until I made it to the middle before I stopped yesterday. When I picked back up today, I started writing in the wrong person’s voice. This book is my first adventure writing in the first person, with each chapter taking on the view of a different character. The issue was easy to solve. I divided chapter 12 into two separate chapters. It was a good mistake because it allowed the scene to be told from two different points of view. Sometimes a mistake can be better than the original plan.

I lost track this morning but managed to complete two chapters before I stopped to go walking. I enjoyed how all the words and ideas blended to make the perfect combination. There is a big snowstorm on the way. You can feel it in the air. We seem to be getting a lot of snow right now.

The book I am currently reading while completing entry 28: Waiting for the Storm

I finished Alexander McCall Smith’s The Uncommon Appeal of Clouds. The book didn’t have a big twist at the end, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Smith writes such beautiful prose sometimes, it almost seems like you are reading a long poem. His writing is filled with intense philosophical thought that asks some important questions. This book is the second book in the four I found at a used bookstore. I’ll start another one tomorrow.

What I’m listening to today writing entry 28: Waiting for the Storm

I listened to Tchaikovsky while I did my morning pages. The combination of the writing and the weather put me into a classical music mood.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am grateful that I didn’t need to go anywhere near a grocery store today. Everyone and their brother and sister are going after bread, eggs, and milk. This tradition is an unwritten rule every Hoosier knows by heart. The grocery store drama is more dangerous than the approaching Storm, and it is something I can live without right now. I am so thankful I went to the store yesterday.

This old lady says

It always pays to think ahead. Everyone stay warm and safe when this Storm moves your way.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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  1. Wow, you and I thought about the same thing. Just this week, I thought about “writing in the first person, with each chapter taking on the view of a different character”… It is an interesting experiment to say the least. Happy writing and exploring.

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Winter Storm Warning

It is time to make a switch. I’m in the mood to write a series of acrostic poems. I’ve tackled the task before, but I would like to explore this style of poetry again. It fits my challenge to select different forms of poetry that start with a certain letter during the month. I selected the letter A for January. The acrostic poem has been around for centuries. The first record of the use of this style was in the prophecies of the Sibyl. Legend implies that these poems predict the Trojan War and other historical events. Samples of this poetry also were discovered at Pompeii. I am not hinting that I am writing prophetic poetry. I simply enjoy writing in this style. This acrostic poem is called Winter Storm Warning.

Definition of an acrostic poem and its relationship to Winter Storm Warning

An acrostic poem starts when the poet uses the first letter of each line of verse to form a word, phrase, or sentence. The poem deals with the subject of the letters selected to form a stream of thought. The poem doesn’t have any rules concerning meter or rhythm. A poet may try to do both, but there is no rule regarding how the poem should be formed, except the first letter of each line must have a special mea

Winter Storm Warning

War waged between a warm front and a cold front 
Ignoring the dire warning at your own risk 
Nervous speculation about weather’s stunt 
Threats of dangerous ice and wind that are brisk
Everyone hurry and dash to the food store
Race to get your milk, eggs, bread, and a lot more

Stuff your face and gut while you all wait in line
Tragic reminder of the rough road ahead
Outside when the conditions start to decline
Rummage for the red mittens and warm wool hat
Make hot chocolate to drink and go to bed

Wake up in the morning to snow-covered ground
Arrange your day according to a new plan
Rejoice about the stolen minutes you found
Nobody will come knocking on your front door
Imagine white stuff as far as you scan
Nobody will come knocking on your back door
Graceful world muffled in silence without sound

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Entry 27: So Many Words And So Little Time

I’ve never been good about keeping a journal. It all boils down to consistency. There are days when I skip making an entry. Life can crowd out the time I need to write down my thoughts about a day’s events. I’ve also been reluctant to pose as an expert on the writing process. If I knew anything of value about writing, my work would already be in print. I went out on a skinny limb of a tall in 2022 when I shared my 365 days of thankfulness. The exercise forced me to put myself out there with my soft belly exposed. Thank you for joining me on my journey in the written word. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call Entry 27: So Many Words and So Little Time.

Note: I consider editing an important part of the writing process. Editing is where all the artistry happens.

My morning writing before I started Entry 27: So Many Words and So Little Time

I took the morning to do some serious writing. Chapter 12 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast is almost finished. The slump I experienced yesterday has vanished, and now I can’t seem to type fast enough. There are so many words spinning around in my head that my fingers can’t move across the keyboard of my laptop fast enough. I wish to figure out what elements make up the perfect writing day. I’d bottle that stuff and sell it online. Maybe it has something to do with the barometric pressure.

I wrote a couple of acrostic poems today. They came out good today, but I won’t like them tomorrow. I want to write a few more while the words are rambling around in my head, but I feel like I’m running out of time. The thing about life is that it has a way of putting up obstacles that make it hard to do what you want to do. Maybe I’ll come up with more ideas while walking at the gym. The big problem is that I don’t have a way to write down the stuff I come up with when I am out on the track. I could note it on my phone, but I worry people will think I’ve lost my mind when they see me talking to myself.

The book I am currently reading while writing Entry 27: So Many Words, So Little Time

I didn’t finish any reading today because I spent my time playing with words.

What I’m listening to today while writing Entry 27: So Many Words, So Little Time

I am listening to Carol King’s Tapestry today. The first time I heard this album, I was in high school. I thought it was one of the perfect anthems for my teenage years. I love the mellow songs in this collection of music. 

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful the writing came easy today. It makes me feel productive when I don’t stare at the computer screen, searching for words.

This old lady says

I hate getting into a slump. It makes me feel good when the levee breaks and the words start to flow. I hope everybody in blog land finds the perfect words to use today.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Malaise

It is time to make a switch. I’m in the mood to write a series of acrostic poems. I’ve tackled the task before, but I would like to explore this style of poetry again. It fits my challenge to select different forms of poetry that start with a certain letter during the month. I selected the letter A for January. The acrostic poem has been around for centuries. The first record of the use of this style was in the prophecies of the Sibyl. Legend implies that these poems predict the Trojan War and other historical events. Samples of this poetry also were discovered at Pompeii. I am not hinting that I am writing prophetic poetry. I simply enjoy writing in this style. This acrostic poem is called Malaise.

Definition of an acrostic poem and its relationship to  Malaise

An acrostic poem starts when the poet uses the first letter of each line of verse to form a word, phrase, or sentence. The poem deals with the subject of the letters selected to form a stream of thought. The poem doesn’t have any rules concerning meter or rhythm. A poet may try to do both, but there is no rule regarding how the poem should be formed, except the first letter of each line must have a special meaning.

Malaise

Melancholy darkness settles on my soul.
And dreary days of winter play a role
Listening for birds singing in the tall trees
And finding silence instead of a song
Is sufficient to make me bend my knees
Sometimes the emotion is so strong.
Elegant when it is vague and belongs. 

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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