Entry 130: Somewhere Down the Road

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 130: Somewhere Down the Road.

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 130: Somewhere Down the Road

I got through an edit of chapter 6 this morning before I ran for a medical test. We are having one of those rushed weeks where factors thrown into the equation interfere with our routine. Life works out that way sometimes.

This is one of those days when I question why I started writing these journal entries for my blog. The truth is that most people aren’t interested in another writer’s process since each one of us has a unique system. Maybe I thought it might be helpful to allow other writers a glimpse into mine. A person starting a similar journey might realize they aren’t alone on the trip. Still, writing this stuff down every day sometimes feels redundant.

The book I am currently reading right now and Entry 130: Somewhere Down the Road

My reading of Kate Atkinson’s Big Sky will end today. I thought I would finish yesterday, but I didn’t. Uncovering the human trafficking sex ring is a story as old as time. I loved how Atkinson told this story, and I will read another one of the books in the Jackson Brodie series when I come across it down the road somewhere.

What I’m listening to right now and Entry 130: Somewhere Down the Road

I listened to the soft rock sound of Lifehouse’s Who We Are while I did my morning pages.

The adventure Rooster and I took and Entry 130: Somewhere Down the Road

We stuck to the same schedule of computer work and gym. The only variation started as a trip to have a medical test that resulted in confusion.

The thing I am most thankful for at this moment.

I m so thankful the mess at the imaging center got resolved. Some confusion about my original appointment existed because the second I climbed into my car, I received a text reminding me about my appointment the next day. I arrived at the front desk, and they requested I sign a paper confirming my address, phone number, and birthdate. The only correct information was my name. It turns out there are two patients with the same name. The procedures weren’t even correct.

The Henhouse Lady says

I am so glad I am not someone else. It makes me feel odd to think I almost stole someone’s identity. What would the insurance company have done if I hadn’t noticed the discrepancy before the test? Would they have paid the bill? I am so glad I wasn’t there for a surgical procedure. Maybe I would have ended up with someone else’s new knee. I guess you can say it is a small world,  and I wonder if I will run into the other molly Shea somewhere down the road.

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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