My Journey to Become a Writer 05/08/2024 Post #129

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Every day is a story.

Today’s included sitting down as the only American at a table with a German woman, a French man, and a Swiss woman.

We shared a full meal, which was followed by a loaf of bread accompanied with eight types of French cheese. That assortment quickly became nine when our hostess remembered one had been left behind.

We ate in celebration of May 8th, 1945, the day Charles de Gaulle, leader of the Free French Forces officially announced the end of World War II to the French people. World War II Victory Day is a public holiday in France. Businesses and schools shut down in remembrance of their country being delivered from the oppression of communism.

It was a blessing to me to be able to celebrate that day, in a French/German home, no less.

I was grateful for the freedom of France.

I saw traces of my family members in the German woman’s features.

I remembered stories of relatives who served in World War II.

I recalled accounts of the end of the war being announced in Wabash, Indiana and how everyone rushed downtown to celebrate with car horns blaring, bells ringing, and people dancing with joy in the streets of that small city.

I also remembered my Great Aunt Frances telling me where she was when she first heard about Pearl Harbor. She was in the stairwell of the Wabash Hospital. The news emboldened her to join the Navy, where she met the man who was to be her husband. There was a two year wait while he served in the Pacific, then two days after his return they were wed.

Today I thought of all these things.

Then I thought of another day, maybe twenty years ago, when I spent the anniversary of Pearl Harbor with some Japanese people while helping with an endurance horse race.

These two days, spent with these particular nationalities, remind me that peace is possible among people. God can and does work miracles. Reconciliation can take place amongst nations and races.

I know that here on Earth there will be strife; but I’m grateful for patches of peace.

Perhaps I’m rambling a bit; but I just wanted to take a moment and say that I am grateful for all who served to end that war, and for those who have defended the freedom we have today.

Most of all, I’m grateful for The Prince of Peace, who promises that one day all tears will be wiped away, and the last enemy, death, will be defeated.

What Did I Accomplish Today to Be a Writer?

I did Day 129 of the 100 Words a Day Writing Challenge 2024 through L.A. Writers’ Lab.  I didn’t do much else as far as writing; but I did live out some other stories that I hope to share one day, one of which includes trying to remove two massive hay bales from blocking a road. Google had sent a stream of cars down a narrow country road, and we all got stuck together. It looked like something from a Three Stooges script.

My Content Management Strategies to Create and Schedule Manuscripts and Posts

Posting these daily journals has gotten much easier since I pre-formatted every upcoming day through December 31st. I’ve got some other projects in the works; but am trying to add them in one at a time to keep myself from bobbling while trying to juggle too much. I think I’ve finally got a fairly workable plan for posting, recording and publishing. We’ll see how it pans out.

Thanks for reading what I’m writing,

Jody Susan

Here’s a look back at where I was 99 days ago. The whole issue of moving out of my comfort zone has been happening at a rapid pace, and I’ve just had to keep up, which can be pretty comical. I am wondering how many times I blush on a daily basis trying to navigate with my backwards ways:


I'm not sure what to say here: I once got second place in a dog-look-alike-contest? I know how to fold a fitted sheet? I'm pretty much a poster child for social backwardness - at least as far as social media is concerned; but I have some stories I think I'm supposed to share and am attempting to do that here, in this space.

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