Entry 93: Porch Pirates Beware

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 93: Porch Pirates Beware.

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 93: Porch Pirates Beware

I struggled to write the next chapter of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast this morning. It was hard to picture the fancy ballroom at the Ritz Carlton in New Orleans since I had never been there. I did a little research and looked at a few pictures until I managed to do a decent job in the description. This event is important in the story because an incident endangers Amazing’s life. I am so near the end, but I have a major editing job ahead of me.

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 93: Porch Pirates Beware

I am still reading J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. Holden fights with his roommate and comes up with a plan. He travels to New York City and rents a hotel room until Wednesday. On the train, he talks to one of the students at Pencey’s mother. It’s the middle of the night, and he doesn’t even wonder why she is there. He tells her lies about her son for most of the trip. Holden describes the residents where he stays as perverts. He watches through a window as a guy dresses in women’s clothes. He admits he finds sex confusing.

What I’m listening to right now and Entry 93: Porch Pirates Beware

I’m listening to a Rolling Stones CD this morning. It’s early stones when they had one foot in the psychedelic hippie music and another in the blues.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful the book I ordered came yesterday. It took so long to show up on my front porch I thought someone stole it when we went to the gym. Porch Pirates stalk our neighborhood for stuff left on the front porch bench. They know we are old people and think we get the good stuff. They would return seeking revenge if they tore open the package and found a book.

This old lady says

Note to the person who pirated Rooster’s FlowMax from our front porch. The medication won’t get you high but will make you pee. Good luck with that. Also, we don’t believe it is our fault if you get something like blood pressure or high cholesterol drugs during your theft. You take your chances with what you get when you take stuff that doesn’t belong to you.

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.

5 thoughts on “Entry 93: Porch Pirates Beware

  1. When my dad was in Hospice care before he died, I had to complain to the nurse about their delivery service. All of their prescriptions are delivered to the patient’s house. My dad needed morphine – it was delivered but put under the mailbox! Not in it. I get it was snowing and the driver didn’t want to drive up our lane…but how hard is it to put it in the mailbox?!? Luckliy, I got to it before someone else did…

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