From the Files: cCopyrighted, Freeda Nichols, 2012
Date of entry in my journal: Wednesday, January 14, 2009.
It’s 8:13 A.M. Red clouds in the east this morning. Sailors take warning. Bad weather to begin. Might get down to 7 degrees tomorrow night.
I like the quiet of the house, only the hum of the heat unit’s blower is heard at the moment. Sometimes my quiet is startled by the shrill ring of a phone. The world wakes up and, with its yawning, shatters the solitude. A night of slumber, restful, peaceful. The darkness illumined only by the nightlight and moon rays.
The sun appears, making shadows on the lawn.
I am happy my poem will appear in the Van Buren County Democrat. (weekly Arkansas newspaper) The email acceptance from the editor that I received yesterday made me happy. She said it would be in the 01/22/2009 issue. To a writer, the published created work completes the cycle of writing.
This entry is part of a writing exercise. I’ve also been working on my manuscripts for books for children. Need to work on chapter 25 of my novel, but nothing comes to mind.
I think I’ll try to write enough short stories to fill a book, like Hemingway’s “The Short Stories.” Of course, mine won’t be as well-written as his are. But a writer can dream!
Back to today’s date, February 22, 2012. That’s a sneak peek into my files of three years ago. These words speak truly of a writer’s life.
cCopyright, 2012, Freeda Nichols