The Moment I Realize Something is Missing

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. Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023. Thank you for joining me on my writing journey. I will call entry number 4 The Moment I Realize Something is Missing.

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

The project I am working on at The Moment You Realize Something is Missing.

I edited two more long short stories this morning. The editing process is almost at an end, but one more story I wrote needs to be added to this collection I call Tecumseh City Limits. The realization dawned on me that a missing story must be added to make this collection complete. I wrote this tall tale years ago. My problem centers around the fact that I might not be able to find it. I don’t know why I didn’t include this story in my NaNoWriMo project after the fact. It might be because I had already written the story into book three of my Saving the Henhouse series. Whatever the reason, the story told from the plumber’s viewpoint would fit here. Maybe I have it on a flash drive. I might have to rewrite the story.

At least I’m making progress on writing “Ars Poetic.” This is a style of poetry where you write a poem about writing a poem. I am going it in a series. I hope that this group of poems has some meaning.

The book I am currently reading during The Moment I Realize Something is Missing.

I am still reading Stephen King’s The Dark Half.” George Stark is taking charge at this point in the story. I am near the end and don’t see how King will bring this story to a satisfactory conclusion. There is still hope that some people will survive the raging maniac.

The story seems a little farfetched. The story also wondered what I would do if Lester Burke showed up on my doorstep. He isn’t my pen name, but he is the criminal psychopath character in two of my books. I killed him off when he went to prison, so no worries. 

What I’m listening to today while writing The Moment I Realize Something is Missing.

Rooster has a Pandora radio station playing in the background. I am not sure which one he selected. Time is getting away from me, so I decided not to put some of my favorite tunes on the stereo. I generally listen with my earphones.

The thing I am thankful for today while writing The Moment I Realize Something is Missing.

I decided to continue my habit of finding something to be thankful for every day. Today I am grateful I figured out I realized a story should be added to Tecumseh City Limits. The discovery will create more work for me now, but it will save time later.

Grammar terms I am studying from the little blue box.

I found a little blue box filled with grammar terms I wrote on index cards. The study I did ten years ago was forgotten. My goal was to review all English language punctuation and speech parts. I missed most of the essential parts of speech in grade school because of my dyslexia. A writer needs to know how grammar works. Words and how they fit together are important tools in the trade. Grammar is the brush strokes we apply to the canvas of our stories.

I am working through my notes regarding Common Errors in English.

Sure is an adjective, and surely is an adverb.

Are you sure?

Mary is surely finished with the painting by now.

This is sure to be the best party ever.

Sure is used here as an idiomatic phrase modifying party, so it’s working as an adjective.

I looked up the definition of an idiomatic phrase because my notes didn’t explain it. They are a type of informal language that has a meaning different than the words used in the expression, like “hold your tongue “or “piece of cake.” The word “sure” must have been sarcastically used in the sentence.

That wraps things up for today. Catch you on the flip side.

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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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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