BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 38 A Journal Entry

Coreopsis in bloom on Banner Mountain.

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From my journal: “A nice sunny day, this 27 day of February 1991. I must get back to writing in a journal. That, at least, would help me get started back to creating stories.
Sometimes it’s easy to write, other times it is not so easy.
I hope that I haven’t written all the things I’m capable of writing. I hope I can get back to creating short stories soon. That is really my love, creating fiction–short stories, children’s fantasies and novels. That’s the real fun things to do in writing.
This Friday, Writers of the Foothills will meet. Our subject is War in the Persian Gulf. The war is almost over now. I feel relieved and will be glad when it is finally over and the troops are back home. ”  © Freeda Baker Nichols

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Real Writers Dream Big

From my files–

The clock on the wall is on time. It’s always on time.  I think if it were slow,  then I would have more time to write.  The calendar to my left, also on the wall, stares down at me with a mountain scene of somewhere in Montana.  Reminds me of the vacation we took to Oregon, when we traveled through Montana on our return trip.
     Books and photo albums line the shelves along two walls of my office.  My slide projector sits to the right side of my computer.  It’s been there since the weekend when the kids were home for Laura’s wedding.  I had hoped to drag out the old slides and look at pages of our past, when the children were small. But there wasn’t time for that.  Everyone had to get back to jobs and school.
     Papers, needing to be filed, are scattered across my desk.  There are always papers that need to be filed, so what’s the use of doing that chore every day?  I’d rather create new stuff.  I wonder what it would cost to hire a secretary?

c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Page 2–It’s a Writer’s Life

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