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 54: A Day to Play.
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 54: A Day to Play
Today was the perfect day to play. Rooster and I took the day off, so I didn’t do any writing. We went to Indianapolis and had breakfast at Good Morning Mama’s with our oldest daughter. Then, we came home and took a motorcycle ride before family bowling night. It was a wonderful day. I don’t often have a birthday with temperatures in the 60s. It’s a birthday present all February babies can understand.
The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 54: A Day to Play
I did manage to get in some reading today after we came home for the night. The way Tolstoy used the horse race overshadowing how the love affair between Anna and Vronsky is wonderful. Vronsky isn’t a bad man, but he is careless with the things he finds valuable. The mare’s back is broken because of his careless move during the race. Anna told him she was pregnant. She also told Karenina that she doesn’t love him and about her affair during the ride home in the carriage. The reader can sense how this story will be played out in the pages of Anna Karenina.
What I’m listening to right now and Entry 54: A Day to Play
I didn’t listen to anything special today. Rooster played an oldies station on our car ride. The jukebox at the bowling alley played southern rock from the 1970s.
The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.
I am thankful for a perfect day filled with family and great food. Anytime I can climb on a motorcycle in the winter is something to make a person happy.
This old lady says
Every day can’t be filled with sunshine, but it is important to take advantage of it when the sun shines. Some people will complain about yesterday when they could be enjoying today. Don’t be one of those people.
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