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 111: Putting Distance Between.
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 111: Putting Distance Between.
I’m still trying to put some space between myself and Amazing Buchanan and The Beast. My plan is to start editing next week. The diminished hexaverse style of poetry has captured my attention. I spent the morning writing several of these poems and managed to do a dialogue poem between two angels. They are discussing the life of a female child they are watching over. I also did a little research.
The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 111: Putting Distance Between.
I am approaching the end of Barbara Taylor Bradford’s The Heir. This author is killing off the members of the current generation. First, Edward dies of a heart attack, followed by Will. He suffers a head injury in an argument with Richard, the brother who takes over running the company after Edward’s death. This book seems rushed in bringing an end to this generation toward the end. Edward’s heirs disappear, and she is starting on the next.
What I’m listening to right now and Entry 111: Putting Distance Between.
I listened to Neil Young’s “Everybody Knows This is Nowhere” this morning because I found a way to access entire albums on U Tub. I decided to try it this morning and made this selection because I listened to this album repeatedly as a teenager. The interruption by commercials got distracting, but I will do it again for these albums that are hard to find.
What I dreamed last night and Entry 111: Putting Distance Between
Before I retired, I walked the stacks in the campus library when the weather turned bad. I dreamed I was doing that last night. I came across Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. The book caught my interest. I pushed back the books on my reading list, carried the book to a table, and started reading. When I finished, I found a second one and returned it to the shelf. This book had yellowed pages and a broken spine. When I held it in my hands, I knew reading this old text would be difficult. I needed to be careful not to damage the rare book.
The adventure Rooster and I took and Entry 111: Putting Distance Between
Rooster and I are still in the process of bathroom construction. The shower is now in place, but we ran into a complication. The glass the hardware store said matched the shower opening is about a foot too small. We are now without a shower again.
The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.
I am thankful I didn’t get hurt when I tripped and fell yesterday. The accident happened because I was carrying things into my daughter’s house and missed the step.
This old lady says
There is nothing more embarrassing than falling flat on your face. How you cover depends on how much pose you employ, lifting yourself off the ground again.
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.
Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!