Entry 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

I’ve never been good at 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 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 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain.

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 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

I worked on cleaning up three chapters this morning. The trick is eliminating unneeded words and making sure all the facts connect. I read a book recently in which one of the characters switched professions. The writer might not have noticed because this person was a minor character. The book I am referring to wasn’t one I introduced in this blog. I caught something similar in Amazing Buchanan and the Beast today.

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

I am nearing the end of Kate Atkinson’s Big Sky. Se manipulates her characters in intersting ways, and I see a big ending is on its way. I have another one of her books I plan to read next. It isn’t part of the Jackson Brodie series. I can’t wait to see if her writing style changes.

What I’m listening to right now and Entry 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

I’m listening to Stone Temple Pilot’s Core. Their style is more heavy metal than I normally go for, but they have a few songs I enjoy. Since I was in an edgy, rebellious mood today, I put them on the stereo.

What I dreamed last night and Entry 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

Rooster and I were on a road trip with several people I didn’t know. Our first stop was in the mountains of Colorado. A heavy snowstorm predicted for the evening forced us to leave early. We all traveled to New York City, which was odd because we wanted to reach Los Vegas. We stopped at a place to use the restroom. There was a long line because someone was cleaning one of the stalls. I finally used a disgusting one.

I came out of the stall and told Rooster that I was pregnant. He said that we’d better get back on the road again. We had to take a tour of Manhattan before we could leave. I got upset about his response because being pregnant at my age is impossible, and he didn’t seem bothered by the idea.

The adventure Rooster and I took and Entry 129: Cloudy Skies With a Chance For Rain

Rooster and I went to the gym. The rain fell so hard that we thought about staying home but went anyway.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I am thankful that the rain that turned to snow didn’t stick. I would hate to shovel snow in May.

The henhouse Lady says

A person shouldn’t depend on the weather. It has a mind of its own. It can snow when the sun should shine. The best a person can do sometimes is deal with it. The weather report might say cloudy skies with a chance for rain, but you should expect the snow to fly.

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.

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