Another Thursday

So, here it is Thursday again and I know in the past two weeks I’ve had several ideas about what to write about today… yet nothing comes to mind as I sit down to type. I’m glad I don’t have that problem when it comes to writing stories.

Somewhere–in one of my notebooks–there is the beginning of an essay about Beauty. Since I can’t find it, I am certain it is perfect and trying to recreate it would be folly. I have spent the last few days gathering up the notebooks and arranging them in chronological order. Now I’m going through them and marking things to go back to… abandoned stories, poems, dialogue that needs a story, letters that have the beginnings of essays within…

In the heaped up mash of spiral ends, it didn’t seem that much, now that they are sorted out, it looks loftier. For some reason, I had thought it would be a good idea to rip the pages out of the notebooks and place them in a three ring binder. Luckily, I did not do that for very long. The years 1992-1994 are in such an arrangement. From 1995 to present, the notebooks are now in magazine holders.

It’s interesting to note that 1996,1998 and 1999 were very prolific–each year needs two holders. After that, there is only one holder for each year.

Well, there is a flash that I’m interested in working on. It’s new, jotted down while in the bath on Sunday. And I have to sort out a problem with PBS. It seems someone in Chicago isn’t able to fill out a form correctly. “Mel” ordered “Masterpiece Mystery” and I know this because I keep getting notices about the order.

Lent begins soon… The next “Reflection” will be 100% alcohol free. See you then!