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 this post Entry 99: Storm Warning.
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 99: Storm Warning
My morning pages are finished. I am not sure I like what I’m writing at the moment. Amazing Buchanan and The Best got interesting. Writing the ceremony to end the curse Will lives with will be interesting. I decided to make up stuff about the way I think a curse should be lifted. I guess that’s what a writer does. I’ve never dabbled in a supernatural love story. This time around will be my first excursion into that terrain. These characters must have a happy ending because the series I plan to write depends on it. The other stories won’t have such a supernatural leaning.
I’ve written several Diminished Hexaverse poems. I am enjoying this style. My big issue centers around the lack of inspiration I’m feeling now. My prose writing has a direction. I pretty much know how the story will end. It’s the in-between where I struggle a bit. I feel like I’m running out of topics to write about regarding my poetry. Maybe I need a vacation. A change of scenery and pace would do me good. I could use a little Key West right about now.
The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 99: Storm Warning
Salinger’s Raise the roof Beam, Carpenters, and Seymour an Introduction seem like a long explanation for his suicide. The wedding attendees decide to leave the car and end up in the apartment Buddy shares with Seymour. Their sister, Boo-Boo, leaves a quote by the female Greek lyric poet Sappho written in soap on the bathroom mirror. “Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller than a tall man.” Buddy reads a portion of Seymour’s diary he found in a bag in the bedroom. Seymour shares his deep love for Muriel. The bridal guest learns that the couple has eloped and decides to leave for the reception.
What I’m listening to right now and Entry 99: Storm Warning
I picked The Best of Santana to listen to today. They are an American rock group that formed in San Francisco in 1966. They blended a salsa-mambo sound with rock-n-roll. The group played at Woodstock.
What I dreamed last night and Entry 99: Storm Warning
I woke up to the sound of thunder in the middle of the night from a pleasant dream with dialogue I thought I could write into my story. I should have gotten up from bed and written it down, but I choose to go back to sleep. That was foolish of me because I lost the fragment of a dream. I hope my subconscious remembers the dream and brings it to mind when I need to use it. Word Daddy is still MIA. I heard he made bail but went back to the bar. What is a writer to do when he muse has a drinking problem?
The adventure Rooster and I took and Entry 99: Storm Warning
Rooster and I went to the gym. I mention the gym because you can never predict what will happen there. We went to dinner with our oldest daughter and her husband. Later that evening, Rooster and I spent two hours in the basement with the Bossy Posie, their mother, and brother hiding from a tornado. This adventure isn’t one of my favorites because I hate that basement. It is dirty and spidery down there.
The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.
I am both thankful for and reset Doppler Radar. Nothing spoils a good day more than the threat of severe weather, but it is good to be prepared for the approaching storm. You could say I have a love-hate relationship with this modern technology.
This old lady says
Being prepared is a good idea, but too much-advanced warning can cause anxiety. The rain is going to fall, and the wind will howl. Sometimes your only option is to hide in a basement until the storm blows over.
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It’s fun to get a peek into your day, Molly. I hope the severe weather had passed without leaving a trace beyond a little rain maybe. And I was/am a huge fan of Santana. Did that ever bring back memories. I need to pop Caravanserai on the old turntable. 🙂 Have a lovely day, my friend.
Thank you. We survived the storm without any damage.