I don’t know what I’d do without my journal. It really gets my head on straight–gives me perspective and good ideas. There’s a lot to be said for getting stuff out of your brain and onto paper, where you can see it. This morning, for instance, I worked out some plot problems there. I would go so far as to say that journaling is a form of prayer with me. I buy mine at Walmart, because the fancy ones intimidate me. I start thinking my great-great-granddaughter might read this, and instead of being real, I find myself trying to look good to posterity.
I didn’t mention that the new front doors I bought with Dad’s legacy are finally installed, and do they ever look beautiful. I can just see him down there, inspecting them to make sure the weather-seal is tight and the locks will hold. As well as a cowboy, a marshal, and the world’s greatest father, you see, Dad was a carpenter and handyman. He’d love those doors.
Tomorrow, both Mary Ann and my good friend Vicki are celebrating birthdays. Vicki will be arriving on an early-evening flight for a weekend visit, and I can’t wait to see her. We’ve been friends since Way Back. See you tomorrow night, Vick. I’ll be the one with the big smile.
Well, guess I’d better get on with the day. I’ve got some great ideas for the book, thanks to my journal.