Entry 62: I Got Nothing

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 62: I Got Nothing.

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 62: I Got Nothing.

There was no writing my morning pages today. I don’t often encounter days when I can’t lift my mood by writing, but this morning is one of them. I gave up trying to add anything to the story. Plus, Microsoft is playing some odd game with my computer that slows me down. It keeps me wanting to log in with a passcode I don’t have. I can’t change it because I think it was something Rooster made when he bought our word program from the computer store. I will mess up everything he arranged if I change it. The big problem is he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, so he can’t give me the passcode. Here’s the thing I don’t believe he remembers what it is because he is getting so forgetful.

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 62: I Got Nothing

I am still reading Anna Karenina by Tolstoy. The death of Levin’s brother was very sad. Nicholas had been sick for a long time. I also find the state Anna Left Karenin in very tragic.

What I’m listening to right now and Entry 62: I Got Nothing

I listened to Sarah McLachlan’s Afterglow and Solace this morning. Even the music can’t bring me out of my dismal mood.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I don’t feel like addressing a thankfulness deal this morning. I guess I can say I am thankful to be alive.

This old lady says

What can I say, except someday you don’t have it? Today is one of those days for me.

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