Keeping a journal has never been one of my strongest pursuits. I find it boring talking about myself for an extended period. This year, I wrote blog entries telling tales about the things I’ve encountered along my writing road. I’ve run into bumps, got stuck in ditches, and sometimes the scenery becomes tedious. The repetition of editing can become monotonous along the way. Computer glitches can become obstacles along the path as tiresome as construction zones. It can leave a person stuck in technical traffic for hours. The best solution to such problems is to drive a different route. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for this new stage on my writing journey. Therefore, I titled this post Entry 284: A Girl Who Still Enjoys the Classics.
Remember, editing is an important part of the writing process. Editing is where the artistry takes place. It’s where a writer thinks with their head to catch mistakes. Editing is the sweet spot where the delete button comes in handy. It’s where the creator decides which words belong to the reader and which ones remain with them.
My morning pages and Entry 284: A Girl Who Still Enjoys the Classics
I am so glad I finished the last round of editing of Amazing Buchanan and the Beast early. This has given me a month to play with the short stories I wrote years ago. I still need to come up with at least two more to round out Tecumseh Street Stories. Rooster and I stood at the kitchen window when Old Granddaddy made a surprise appearance. There is a vague memory in the back of my mind of a short story I wrote about Rooster and my neighbor’s attempt to trap this ancient groundhog. I plan to try to find or recreate this humorous tale. Maybe I will have them burn down the garage while they are trying to catch the wild beast.
I am almost finished using W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming in my Golden Shovel Poetry quest. I plan to move on to another one of his poems. I would like to play with words written by Walt Whitman before I finish exploring the world of the Golden Shovel. What can I say? I’m a girl who still enjoys the classics.
What I am currently reading and Entry 284: A Girl Who Still Enjoys the Classics
I started reading Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. The protagonist, Janie Crawford, comes home after being away for over a year. She walks past her friend Pheoby’s porch, where all the locals are gathered. They are ready to tear her apart because she is dressed in a pair of overalls. People don’t sit on porches anymore, but I remember a time when that was the best place for local gossip to be distributed. Janie starts telling her story.
This 1937 novel is considered to be a classic from the Harlem Renaissance. The words sound like poetry on the page. I think I will enjoy reading this book.
The Music I selected today and Entry 284: A Girl Who Still Enjoys the Classics
Rooster has his classic instrumental blues playing, and I decided to listen.
The Stuff going on in my life at the moment and Entry 284: A Girl Who Still Enjoys the Classics
(This is the part that might get boring. You can skip it if you want.)
I have been under the weather for the past week and hate feeling sick. It isn’t any fun. Rooster had to do everything by himself. I didn’t make it to the gym to walk because I felt bad and didn’t want anyone else to catch what I had.
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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Keeping a journal has never been one of my strongest pursuits. I find it boring talking about myself for an extended period. This year, I wrote blog entries telling the tales about the things I’ve encountered along my writing road. On this writer’s journey, I’ve run into bumps and got stuck in ditches, and sometimes…