Entry 94: Nearly at the end

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 94: Nearly at the end.

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 94: Nearly at the end

I know I’ve said I am nearly finishing Amazing Buchanan and the Beast, but I wrote another chapter this morning. This session brings me very close to the end, but I need to stop and diagram my final chapters. The curse has to be lifted. That means I need to create a magical system to bring the curse’s reversal. I brought in a new character who is a Rougarou expert. I’m considering having a quote she wrote about the subject at the beginning of each chapter. It would be a way of introducing her as an authority before she appears in the story.

I need to write some poems, and Word Daddy is nowhere to be found. 

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 94: Nearly at the end

I am currently spending time with Holden Caulfield in Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. Holden has reached New York City and got a hotel room. He can’t sleep, so he goes downstairs to the Lavender room where he dances with three ladies pretending to be older than he is. He still can’t sleep and takes a cab to Ernie’s. The nightclub is where his older brother hung out when he lived in the city. The establishment has no problem serving underage drinkers. Holden is fixated on where the birds in the Central Park Lagoon stay during the winter. He arrives at his hotel, and the elevator operator offers to send a prostitute to his room. Holden makes two bis admissions. Firstly, he states that he is yellow. Secondly, he admits he is a virgin.

What I’m listening to right now and Entry 94: Nearly at the end

I put The Yes Album on the stereo, followed By a Tchaikovsky violin Concerto. Yes is an English progressive rock band. The two sounds went well, listening to one right after the other.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful spring became a reality today because I thought winter had returned with a vengeance yesterday. I expected it to start snowing any second. Today was bright and sunny.

This old lady says

Winter is nearly at an end. The season should have moved on by now, but it is clinging on for dear life. I can’t figure out why it thinks it needs to linger. Enough is enough already.

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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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