Thoughts on Writing

I write to record our life, for our boys. I write because I have to express how I feel and see things.  I hope to someday put a little something together for my boys for memories. Another bonus is that writing is safe in this private little blog. It's not publishing everything on the housetops.


There are so very many things I want to write about.


Take last night for example. We were all in bed when suddenly Colby came running up to our room and whispered, Dad, come quick! Well, if Colby runs and if Colby says come quick, it's something to check out. We ran down with the boys to check out the big red fox on our deck. It had cornered Tattoo and Pinklepur. They were each clinging to a brace of a post of the deck, way up there. The fox was traipsing back and forth, eyeing the cats. Colby had his gun and shells ready and needed Pat to open the door real quick. It didn't happen quick enough. The fox got away. I grabbed the cats and cuddled and held them inside. They hearts were pounding. Needless to say, they spent the night in the garage. It would take Colby to find the fox. He'd seen the tracks on the deck earlier. He told me a fox or a coyote had been right by our front door and I didn't believe him.


These are the things I want to remember.


I think sometimes it would be fun to look back over other things. Like Wyatt explaining something at supper. It was zilch. Nothing. We all laughed.


Or my days. Today I bused and helped wash church windows in the morning and had an impromptu Villa board ladies meeting to plan Christmas supper. We ended up only eating lunch at 1pm. And then I talked to Char about the wedding next weekend and did laundry and had to fly out the door to bus again. Pat wanted me in the shop yet after school and I had no idea what supper was gonna be. I grabbed steaks out of the freezer and thawed them while I worked outside. Supper wasn't even cleaned up and Wyatt was asking for a program. I helped him plan it and as soon as all the lunches were made it commenced. Wyatt sang Jesus Loves Me as a solo. He was also chairman. Zach sat and rolled his eyes, his one leg draped nonchalantly over the armrest of the couch. (You know I'm not exactly proud of this behaviour.) Colby and Pat had a duet, There's a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea, only Colby didn't sing and Pat laughed. I read a chapter of Little House on the Prairie. It's worth remembering.


Some facts:

• I want to learn to write better.
• I don't have time to edit.
• I don't really have time for anything these days.
• I'm not keeping up with basic cooking and cleaning and how do I validate writing?
• I want to learn to write the in proper tenses. It's very important to me to use the right to/two/too and their/they're and write/right.
• One of the biggest things I learned in my writing class with Dena was about writing in the passive or aggressive voice.

I have a question. Is it better to write something that's badly written or write nothing at all?