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SOC Sunday: The winter doldrums

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As usually, I am linking up with my friend Fadra for Stream of Consciousness Sunday. Today’s Writing Prompt: How does winter make you feel and what do you do with those feelings?

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It’s funny, I was just thinking about this yesterday when I took Noah out for a walk. Mostly that I can hardly wait for summer. Then I thought about the heat and humidity of June, July and August in Alabama and decided that it’s really spring I’m looking forward to.

We’ll be celebrating Noah’s birthday. The weather will be warmer, and we’ll be able to go on walks every day unless it’s raining. Brighter days are ahead.

I’ve frequently thought of Counting Crows’ Long December throughout this winter. It has been a long, tough few months for me this time. It was my first winter and first holiday season without my dad, and it was tough. Add to that the fact that I’ve been dealing with postpartum depression for several months and also that I decided to try to come off my  meds, and it’s been a sort of trying season.

But for me that just makes spring seem that much brighter. Maybe I’m fooling myself into thinking it’ll be something better than it is, but that doesn’t stop me from looking forward to it. I think back to that fortune cookie I wrote about sometime in the past couple of weeks, the one that said I would have great joy when the flowers bloom.

I hope it’s true. I feel like the Long December is coming to a close for me, and I’m glad. Typically I don’t have as hard a time during the winter as I did this year, so I hope that next year will be different but that I’ll go into it having survived the hardest winter of my life and bearing more knowledge and strength because of it.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post at All Things Fadra.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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SOC Sunday: Undistracted free time? What’s that?

#SOCsunday This is my first time doing Stream of Consciousness Sunday in a while, and this is a great prompt from Fadra. Of course, it mostly prompted me to ramble, but I was distracted, see?

Today’s prompt: When you sit down to write a post, do you get dedicated, devoted time? Are you surrounded by distractions, mental or physical?

When I first read Fadra’s prompt for today, my immediate reaction was, “Ha. Hahahahaha. Oh, that’s funny.”

I really don’t get a lot of undistracted writing time, but when I do I like to crank out several blog posts at once. I think that’s probably how a lot of moms do it.

A good example of what my writing time usually looks like: As I sit here now, I have a cup of coffee on my right and a babbling baby on my left. He is saying, “Ma ma. Na na nu nu. ah ah ah ah.” And he’s throwing every toy I hand him into the floor. Pleasant. And incredibly distracting.

I also write a lot of posts during my lunch hour at work. That’s a little less distracting, but there’s always the potential for being interrupted since I’m still working away in my office. It’s a little easier though.

There are those rare nights where I set aside time after Noah’s asleep (usually on nights when Bobby has gone out to do something), and I feel like I probably get the most writing done on those occasions. Of course, I’m also easily distracted without extra help from baby or hubby, so I often turn to the internet, television or a book (Harry Potter, of late …so worth the re-read) to put off writing.

And there’s likely the crux of the issue. I would get a lot more done if I wasn’t a procrastinator and a bit lazy. I like to waste time doing mindless stuff. Part of it might be because I write as a profession, so I spend a lot of my work time writing. But the bigger part really is just that I fill my time at home — my free time, mind you, not time with Noah and Bobby — with sort of pointless stuff a lot of the time.

Well, now I need to figure out what to do about it. I guess it’s good that I’ve put it out there, but I kind of feel like I’ve put it out there before and nothing’s changed. So hopefully I will be able to start making some small changes. Eh, who knows?

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post at All Things Fadra.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

NaBloPoMo: The beginning

I had a great conversation with Bobby this weekend when we were road-trippin’ it about writing and this blog.

For those who don’t know, writing and editing is what I do for a living. I’ve worked as a newspaper reporter, a magazine editor and now a PR professional. It’s what I do.

But for some reason when it comes to writing here, things don’t always seem to come out the way I want them to. I’m a pretty good writer; I’ve won some awards, including a national one for a feature story I wrote a couple of years ago. It’s easy to write about other people. I start writing about me and my life, and I stiffen up, start over editing myself.

Bobby told me he can tell when I’m writing about something I’m really passionate about because the writing is significantly better, and I know it’s true. He says for me to be a really great writer, I need to attack the everyday stuff, the stuff I do sometimes just because I feel like I need to post (not like I need to write), with the same gusto I put into the things I care the most about.

And that’s a big challenge, but I know it’s one that’ll make my blog better, that will make me a better writer and that will make people want to read what I have to say here.

I’ve decided to challenge myself to write a blog post per day for the month of November. Not just a blog post — a good blog post. I’ve signed up for National Blog Post Month (NaBloPoMo, hosted by BlogHer) in hopes of keeping myself on track.

In a sense, I’m dreading it. There are days when I get home at the end of the day and the last thing I want to do is more writing. But if I want to be a better writer, it’s something I need to do.

SOC Sunday: Ramblings

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This is my first attempt at a Stream of Consciousness Sunday post, and it was a little scary. I made it through, though, and I think putting myself … including a few imperfections … out there like this is good for me. So here it goes!

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I have to admit to being a little nervous about doing this whole stream of consciouslness writing thing. I find myself wanting to stop, think, edit. Because that’s what I do. I’m an editor.

I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning, watching Noah roll around in the floor, just kind of reveling in how good life. is. I’ve got some music on, and I think about how this is sort of a form of having church.

And now I’m stuck again. Seriously, this stream of consciouness thing is hard! I’m such a perfectionist and always have been. When I was a kid, I can remember very clearly loving being right and knowing things. My mom and Meemaw teased me by calling me Miss Correct-all. I think Correctol (sp?) was some sort of anti-constipation mediicne. Or something. Miss Correct-All was definitely not a compliment, and it made me thinkg that maybe being smart and knowing thinggs wasn’t such a great thing after all.

That’s sort of sad in many ways, because I was a fairly smart kid. I had an interest in knowing more and reading and writing and being imaginitive. I sort of miss those days. I rarely find time to read these days, and I want to. I sit down to write, and the words don’t come as freely as they used to. I’m scared of making mistakes, soudning stupid, not being good enough.

Welp, that’s pretty sad. And again, I’m finding myself getting lost for words. I just checked the timer and am cursing the fact that I’m a fast typer. Now I’m getting a little lost in the song that’s playing on iTunes, and it’s making writing a little more difficult.

Noah is playing with a book. I hope that he loves to read like I did when I was a kid, and like his dad still does now. I want him to know that knowing things and being creative and really just being a kid are valuable things that he shouldn’t feel bad about. I think a lot about the way I want to do things differently from what I experienced as a kid, but it’s hard. And my five minutes is up.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Get the badge and link up your post at All Things Fadra.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.