Writing

Okay, so I have this blog and it's really neglected, but I have big plans for it! Big! Huge! Okay, well maybe not so much, but soon I will be having a dear friend give it an overhaul and then maybe I'll feel more inspired. For now, I'll write about writing. Say what?

At work, we talk about how we want kids to view themselves as readers and writers as early as Kindergarten and Grade 1. We want them to develop a love for reading and a passion for writing. It made me question myself. Do I see myself as a reader? Sure. I like reading... you know, for the 12 minutes it takes me to fall asleep every night. In all seriousness, I love reading, moreso than watching movies or tv. It just seems that lately I don't have the time to do it as much as I'd like. When Chris and I go on vacations (you know, the two that we've taken in the past 10 years) I will often wake up just to read. My favourite summertime activity is to get all comfy in my zero gravity chair and bake in the sunlight while reading. I can't wait for this winter to end!

As for writing, well, I used to view myself as a writer. I really fell in love with writing in university. Being an English major, I wrote a lot. Essays were fun (I can say that now, safely, 10 years later without an assignment due date in sight), and don't even get me started on editing and revising. My deep, dark secret - I love editing. Once the bulk of the writing is done, then you get into the nitty, gritty. Playing with language? I love it.

I  did stretch myself a little and I took a creative writing class. It was tough for me. I always joke that I'm not creative. I just like copying. I loved writing though and started a livejournal which is basically a blog before blogging was cool. I love having that to look back on.

However, somewhere along the line, I've lost some of that passion for writing. Okay, I'm pretty sure it was on the line between baby #1 and baby #2. I've joked about how I lost my memory along with my placenta, and I'm still holding to that. (Wait, did I just say placenta on my blog? Jeez, what is this blog coming to?) I struggle with the purpose of writing. See? I really am a teacher to the core. I worry about things like the purpose of my writing. Why am I writing? I also really think about the my audience. Who am I writing to? Who am I writing for? Who reads this? Does that even matter?

I like writing. I think I'm funny. Lately, I've had a lot on my mind, and I've wanted to blog but then I wonder about who is reading it and then again I wonder why I care? Or should I write my blog if it isn't funny? Not every story can be about poop and other pleasantries.

Anyways, I've been thinking a lot about writing. I'll be back, sooner than later. I like knowing that people are still reading this. I like when people comment or send me a message that they still check in. Thanks for the lovin' and I'll be back soon!

Still around...

This has been the longest winter ever. I've been pretty quiet, I know, but there's really not a lot to say. Life is pretty sweet. This guy keeps me busy - busy! There's no sitting when he's awake, but just look at those big eyes.

 

And then there's these two - always cuddling and loving on each other, unless they are fighting. They were watching a movie while I was washing our bedding. Apparently the plain mattress was pretty exciting.