Brain Fart

Deadly but silent... the worst kind

This is called a stream of consciousness post: for just five minutes sit down and write whatever enters your mind.

It's hosted by All Things Fadra.

I'm supposed to write for five minutes without editing my thoughts, going back, revising, pondering if, or if not, I should say this, or say that.

I figured it was a good exercise for me.

Twice this week, I've been given some encouragement and comments about "my writing."

I find this extremely interesting because I don't really consider what I do, to be "writing."
My blogging story...I look at my pictures, and find the story they tell.  End of story.

The idea of writing makes me break out in hives.
If you want a good writer, ask my Organized sister to write something.

She makes me laugh.  She wrote the toast to the bride at our wedding, and I snorted snot.
I cried tears of laughter.  I was a classy bride.
When she has written a letter I am always amazed at her wit.
I've told her this.  I've encouraged her to write, but she says, she hates doing it!

It makes me wonder if all writers hate writing?
Is it something they must do?  Is it a story they must get out?
I have no idea.

This is not the case for me.

I would rather be eating chocolate.  I need the photos to tell the story.
I haven't grown up.
I'm still a picture book kind of gal.

I wonder if I'm done yet?  It feels like my five minutes are up.
I looked at the clock but I can't remember what it said.  So I'm giving myself one more minute.

I realize now that I wasn't supposed to edit my work either, but I do it without thinking.  My spelling anyway.... I doubt if you would have been able to read this otherwise.

The only think I am worried about is the title.  Can I write Fart on my blog?

Is it a misrepresentation of what I've written here?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

Was it a stinker... or not?

xoxox


PS  I had to add a picture to my post.  It just doesn't feel like home without one. The picture above is of my Middlest during a photo shoot the girls put together a month or so ago.  They had a blast.