My Journey to Become a Writer 06/10/2024 Post #162

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Aye, yae, yae, it’s 10 P.M.

Gotta just get ready for bed.

I just came out of my garden.

Nothing is currently growing but weeds – and a few rows of hope.

What Did I Accomplish Today to Be a Writer?

I did Day 162 of the 100 Words a Day Writing Challenge 2024 through L.A. Writers’ Lab and wrote a poem for the introduction to my manuscript about my mom. If I can just sit still, that stuff sort of flows out of me – along with tears from my eyes, and dare I be too descriptive and say: also my nose…?

I was exhausted afterwards; but felt like the poem was a solid draft that says more than I could with simple prose. I shared it with the people from the Tuscany trip and also my Memoir group. Pushing myself forward to expose my work has been one of the hardest parts on this journey to be a writer; but it has gotten easier with practice. Muscle memory sets in. It helps being part of some super-supportive groups.

Here’s yesterday’s Instagram. You can click here, if you’d like to hear the song:

Shoes on a stone path with a line of green moss growing through a crack.

Thanks for reading what I’m writing,

Jody Susan

Well, 99 days ago I remember what happened. I ended up in the E.R. with symptoms mimicking a heart-attack. I’d been having a sharp pain in the left side of my neck for about three weeks, and my heart had been skipping beats for about a year. That symptom had increased severely, and that morning I’d woken up super-weak again and also had pain in my left shoulder, hand and jaw. I thought about going to the hospital; but felt better with rest. Then I decided to drive somewhere, and within about two blocks of my destination I was suddenly hit with nausea and the feeling that I was going to faint. Not such a good start to the month of March; but looking back at the posts preceding this one, it’s obvious to me that I was overdoing it. It was obvious to me at the time; but I didn’t know how to slow down. I was in survival mode and couldn’t seem to find the brakes:


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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