I live in a somewhat edited state of stream of consciousness–so this was fun. When I saw Wendy Bradford’s post on her mamaonetothree blog, I couldn’t resist. Funny thing was, that when I read the list of rules, it said not to correct typos, spelling etc…but my fingers are so connected to my thought process when I type that I found that I was already correcting my typos before I even knew that I had made them. I kind of decided that it would be less stream of consciousness to go back and put them in, no?
Thanks Fadra , for a really cool link-up that sent to me Wendy’s post and back to your blog 🙂
And here goes….
This may be the coolest meme (is that the right word? that I’ve come across so far. I basically live in stream of consciousness all of the time. You know, foot in mouth disease, oh my goodness did she really say that, does she ever think before she speaks or writes kind of stream of consciousness.
Truth is, I actually do think about everything that I say quite a lot…but sometimes the thinking happens after the fact. My husband just informed me that I type aggressively–what the heck is that–I think it’s this new keyboard. It took me 4 freaking years to finally commit to the purchase of this laptop…I hope it likes aggressive women.
I have had it with the weather. One day it’s cold and one day it’s warmer and then we’re back up and down again. Running noses are the story of my life these days–easy to blame the weather isn’t it?
How does anybody make it out of the house without a stroller full of changes of clothes for every member of their family? On days when it’s cold, you have to assume that half of the places you go will be overheated and the other half will have forgotten to pay their Con Edison bill. Or have a window stuck open in the bathroom so that you have to out an extra sweater on your toddler just to go in to change her diaper. In the Summer, when it’s hot, you need layers and layers in case of freakishly strong air conditioning. And then there are the poopy diaper explosions, the “oops, I took the top off my spill-proof juice cup” and the amazing need that the two year old has to demand a new outfit just because she changed her mind. Forget a stroller, I think I need to push around a full size, bag lady, decked out shopping cart with gps and a rear view mirror. And oops, where do I fit the kid? I buried her under all of the stuff that I needed to put in the cart just to take her to the park. Who are these minimalist mamas, anyway? And why do they always seem to find me when they need to borrow wipes, suntan lotion, sand toys etc at the playground?
- 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.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
I’m lucky to stay in a place where it’s either wet or hot or wet and hot. I normally put a thin jacket in the car for the kids if we do go anywhere where the air-con is blasting cold.
Love it Jessica! Love that your worked twice as hard on it too!! I think writing without editing is pretty darn hard–I also walk around just about one sentence away from wrecking friendships, reputations and international treaties. At least when I write I can usually save myself in time.
(and I realize I need to change the button I have on my post… sigh.)
Thanks for reading my SOC, I came over here to share the love! I too am an aggressive typer. My hubby hates how loud I am at my keyboard!
Kids, eh? They turn their parents into pack animals.