Late March Entry

Entry 1 03/09/25

I sit here listening to Henry Mancini’s Moon River at 8:20pm on a Sunday with the occasional squeaking of my desk as I type these words. Today was a wonderful day one that I perhaps will remember for a long time as I enjoyed a beautiful cloudy day with my family walking around the mall. No, we did not buy anything as we say we went “window shopping.” We did laugh, talk, and talked about the future not in a “have to way” but in a beautiful expression as to look up to it. Believe when I say most of the time personally I do not know what I am doing. I write. I read. I love stories of any kind. I am working on a book a fantasy one. I feel stuck. Stuck in the way that I block myself from the wonderful ideas that I have within writing each page as a must instead of a passion. This day showed me to enjoy the ever simple moments in one’s life no matter how small can they be, they are precious. I try to search inside my memory to summarize my day but I believe that would be quite boring for you, my dear reader. This is my first written work in public, and it does sound weird typing this to people who will judge on how I write, but I do not care like a grain of salt. Good, that you are still here if you are, thank you for reading.

I am looking for a word to describe my day, maybe a lot of them as I listen to Mancini. His music is beautiful (film music is the simplest thing I can redact it to). It was peaceful, laughable, happy, grim in a tone that was aloof, joyful, and very very jubilant (just another word for happy I suppose). We walked around a mall with plenty of people and went through almost every store. They are not worth mentioning here though, we grabbed an ice cream. I say we because it was my two brothers and my mother and father. We had fun in a March early afternoon. I would have wished to go ice skating with them or offered them a elegant dinner but it was not the occasion for such extravagancies. And I may also add no money of my own yet. there was no sun it was windy and cold. It was a Sunday, perhaps that is why there we so many people, I do not like people sometimes. I am an introvert a lot of noise does overwhelm my head a little at times. I have no significant other than in my head I to romanticize like the old classic books like, Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet (that one is a tragic one) although still I don’t wish for none. I do love my family, my dog, horses, and God. Sitting here make me think a lot about my day. I had no plan of opening a Substack account but I will give this idea of mine a try, perhaps it can bring a little lit to the world. What do I know? In case you are wondering the ice cream flavor I choose was coffee (I enjoy coffee quite a lot rather than stale water). Maybe after all I can express myself through writing in this way. Anyway, let me continue on with my day.

After we arrived home I practiced my cello, I played a variety of things. I played Schindler's List Theme by John Williams and Prelude No. 1 by Bach. Not really important in my view but I am picking up that passion that I have been hiding away in my closet for far too long that I miss it dearly. I did plan to write more on my book (I am re-writing it) so far I have 3, 698 words I shorten it up quite a bit but it hurts my head so far as I get stress, my plan is to publish it this month (indie) but with so little time, will I be able to achieve my goal? I cannot just quit doing all the responsibilities I have in my plate, correct? I am still human. Regarding my book it is a fantasy, I plan to launch a distinct one. No book is perfect but I may as well give it a try because I have a dream. I must do it and stop waiting and procrastinate looking for my phone as a distraction and many other stupid excuses. After I publish this, I shall continue on my merry way into my world. Prior to this I played a game of chess in which I won with thirty-four moves I believe on a clock (with one of my siblings). Now, as I get ready for dinner with a tea (or coffee), my book at hand, and start to write my novel and go to bed a very unreasonable time to wake up early to go to the gym. I wish you a very blessed night and peaceful one.

Thank you for reading til then, my readers,

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P.S. 9:00PM Listening to Candlelight on Crystal by Henry Mancini