Entry #26: Writer’s Cramp

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 #26: Writer’s Cramp.

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

My morning writing before I started having Entry #26: Writer’s Cramp

I finished chapter 11 of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast. The process is moving along slower than I want. I’m experiencing a writer’s cramp of the brain today. I need to step back for at least the afternoon and let what I wrote this morning settle. Maybe it is the weather I find distracting. I’ll get back on track tomorrow.

The book I am currently reading while Entry #26: Writer’s Cramp

I am almost to the end of Alexander McCall Smith’s The Uncommon Appeal of Clouds. I see a big twist coming. Smith always manages to pull these off in a subtle way. I have to admit that my reading is lingering a bit. I am not in a hurry to rush to the end of the book. Some books are made to sprint through while reading others requires a slow walk.

What I’m listening to today writing entry #26: Writer’s Cramp

I didn’t pick the music today. Rooster is listening to a radio station that is playing a variety of music in the background.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful for the snow we got today. I always enjoy the first day of a good snowfall. The landscape becomes muffled in a blanket of white. I enjoy the first few hours before getting mired by footsteps, snow shovels, and snowplows. It is always pleasant to view all the whiteness from the comfort of your front window without experiencing harsh coldness.

This old lady

I am happy watching the white stuff fall from inside my house. We need to go to the gym later, but I enjoy watching the snowflakes dance in the air now. I hope everyone stays warm and drinks a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows. Days like this are made for activities like drinking something hot.

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.

4 thoughts on “Entry #26: Writer’s Cramp

  1. Great post. I love the coziness of viewing snowfall from indoors, it brings memories of my mother, she was such a natural poet. I haven’t seen snow in a long while, its so beautiful.

  2. I’m glad you got some snow to enjoy. When you had to get around, I hope that went safely. We had a few inches yesterday, then most of it went away by rain. Too far south and I guess climate change like us too much.

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