The greatest gift someone could give me right now is please listen to me ramble.
I need to make some changes.
I picked up a book yesterday from the library about HOW to write. It’s written by a seventy-four year old woman, Julia Cameron. The very first thing she talks about are something she calls “Morning Pages”. Sit and write each and every morning. Three pages at least. Pen to paper she says. Pen to paper, not laptop.
I bought a new journal the other day. I used to write in a journal every morning. Pen to paper, first thing. Up until a year ago when I joined WordPress. Then felt like I didn’t have the time to do both. So my journaling went out the window.
This morning I got up and wrote first thing, in my journal. It was an amazing release and I’m not exaggerating. I really need to continue with it.
Starting Monday I am back to work and back doing clinical with my students, our day begins at six-thirty am.
I can’t see me having time to journal THEN blog all before six-thirty. I think what I might do is journal in am and blog in the evening.
I woke up with some lines meant for poems in my head this morning. It’s something I really want to try. I’m just not sure if I should post them as me or on my alias blog. I kind of feel like poems written by me, the chicken plucking, former farmer, tractor driving, kind of boring mom life person I am might not be taken seriously?
I don’t know. I feel like poems written by really artsy people would be appreciated more.
In the words of my Dad, we shall see.
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