That night, Lacey sat at his desk to write about today. He always does this before going to sleep. He likes to do it at night before going to bed since he hangs out with his friends in the day. Since he spent his time with Bea today, Lacey thought it was a good idea that she needed a new story about her. No, he does not tell any of his friends that he writes about them since it might make them think he writes negative stuff about them, which does make sense.

Here's what Lacey had to say about his day with Beatrice:

I thought I would write about Bea. I ended up going on a shopping trip with Beatrice. She enjoyed my company. Two is better than one on grocery shopping. Bea usually does this part since Drowsy does the cooking for us.

"Do you want me to come along with you on your trip into town?"

"You don't need to tag along, Lacey, but you're welcome to come anyway."

"Where are you planning to go?" I asked.

I couldn't guess on what the orange and white cat had planned, so I let her answer my question.

"Grocery shopping. I'd also like to visit the bank on my way to the store. I'm running low on money."

"That's fine. I'll still be happy to come since I'm really not doing anything today."

It didn't take Bea very long to think about it.

"Okay, you can come. I'd like to have some company."

"When do you plan to leave?" I asked.

"In a minute or two. Why do you ask? I thought you were planning on doing a little writing like you always do."

"I don't write in the day, Beatrice. It's mostly at night since it's quiet without any of you disturbing me."

"Mind if I say something? I can ask the question on our way to the bus stop."

"Okay. What time is the bus showing up?"

When we need to go into town, we have to walk to the bus so it could pick us up on where we needed to go.

"You can ask me now. Nobody's here in the kitchen besides us."

"I'm going to wait, if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind."

I have no ideas on what she wanted to ask me. It's not very often that any of my friends ask me about my writing. No, I don't write poetry or fiction or whatever. I write about what's going on in the day with my friends. They don't know that I write positive stuff about them. I hope nobody reads my stuff because I like to keep private with eyes only. I went to the closest restroom before Bea leaves without me. She didn't mind I did that first. I didn't take very long.

"I'm ready to go, Bea."

"I'm ready now. I usually power walk when the bus doesn't wait so I can grab a seat."

"That makes sense to me. I think that all of us do that once in a while."

She nodded. I opened the door for my friend since she is a lady. My other friends try to do the same thing. When I slammed the front door behind us, she finally waited to ask her question.

"Now you can ask me what's on your mind," I told her.

It didn't take us very long to wait for the bus to pick us up.

"Have you thought about becoming a published writer? Everyone seems to think so. I've mostly been hearing Carla and Bugs talk about it recently."

"What did they say about my writing?"

I hoped it isn't negative stuff, so I let Beatrice continue talking as we hopped on the bus. It wasn't very crowded yet, so we were able to find a spot, which we got lucky on.

"They kept talking about you should start thinking of being a published author," she said.

"I have been thinking about that also, but I'm not changing my mind. Publishing does take a lot of your time. I like keeping these entries to myself. There's no way the world will want to read about what I have to say."

"I understand it does make sense, Lacy. It wouldn't hurt to try."

"I know, Bea. Not changing my mind like I just said."

"Okay. If you ever do, I can give you an idea right now."

"Sure, you can tell me, Beatrice. I'll do my best to remember it."

"Do you still keep those old journals from the past?"

I nodded.

"What about them?"

"My idea is that what you wrote you can turn it into a novel."

"It's not a bad idea, but I'll do my best to remember it."

"But I'm still going to pass. I'm happy where I am."

"I understand. What would you think if any of us takes it to a publisher for you without knowing about it?"

I already had her answer, so I didn't need to think about it.

"I would give that person silent treatment for two months. If it does happen and you speak to me, I am going to write it down without opening my mouth."

"I never had anyone do that. Let me tell you a story."

"What kind of story is it?"

Now I was getting interested.

"When I first moved here, Lacey, I thought I would do the same thing you are right now."

"What's that?"

"Writing journals."

"Do you still do that?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I do, but not all of the time like you have been doing."

"I see. Do you still have all of them from then till now?"

"Yes, I do. It's not very often that I look back on them. I mostly write about memories. How about you? Do you keep what you write also?"

"You bet I do. I usually like to keep them. Sometimes I'll keep an extra notebook or two for rewriting or improvement."

Now she was getting the picture.

"I don't bother with that."

"Where do you keep your older books?"

"In my closet. How about you?"

"My bookshelf. For my birthday I'm going to ask for another bookshelf because this one is getting full."

"Okay. We'll see what we can do about it."

"Okay."

"Are you planning to write at all today?"

"Like I said earlier, Bea, I like it at night instead."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot that you said it earlier."

"That's okay. I have another question I have for you, Bea."

"What's that, Lacey? I'll do my best to answer."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot that you said it earlier."

"That's okay. I have another question I have for you, Bea."

"What's that, Lacey? I'll do my best to answer."

"Do you share the stuff you wrote with the others?"

"I do, but not often."

"I understand."

That's when Lacey finished his story about what happened today. Now was time to go to bed.