I get in these writing slumps. I write a paragraph and then hold my finger on the delete key until all I see is white. I think to myself," Gah! Boring! No one wants to read about this." Then I just get all over-analytical and end up taking the day off. But this month, I can't do that. I am forced to write my most mundane daily occurrences. I can't over-think and I shouldn't. The thing is, the censor thing or lack there of, is a very slippery slope. This is my blog, yes? I should say whatever I please, yes? Not really. Some things I think about are really better left unsaid and just thought about. Sometimes the things I think about are very opinionated and borderline and um, bitchy. Not at all the kind of person I want to be in writing or in real life.
This all came about when I was thinking about some of the blogs I used to read. Many of them lost my interest because they turned all "preachy". Frankly, when I have free time to look around online I generally do it for entertainment. Sometimes to learn about something, sometimes to look for a laugh, sometimes it's looking for hope (that I am not a crazy looney) but usually it is just for fun, like reading a good book. I am not all secretive about my opinions. In fact if I were asked about a controversial topic I can't think of a single topic I'd plead the 5th on. I just don't like to be all hardcore, all the time. I like my censor.
So where am I going with all this? I am not really sure. Just writing about what's on my mind.
I do have to add, to jumble up my post even more, that the very thing about speaking what's on a persons mind is what is so lovely about kids. I love how frank Mason is. So innocent and yet so direct. No fluff included. They are kids they are not expected to know what to censor. That happens during that "growing up" part.
Last night Mason and I went to Target. I let him sit in back of the cart as I pushed it through the ladies department. As we were weaving in and out of racks,the cart at one point faced directly to the lingerie department and a plethora of bras hanging perfectly in rows. Clearly they caught Mason's attention because out of nowhere he blurted,
"Wow! Look at all those boobies!"
How did I respond? I didn't. I just laughed.