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an experiment in free writing


I am sitting at our dining table, sipping coffee and eating oatmeal, preparing for another day. I am trying to think of a topic to write about, but not having much success, so I decided to use an old high school english class tool- free writing. The idea is to put words to paper for a few minutes, even if you don't have an idea of what to write, just to get your brain going. I have tons of ideas for great blogs, the problem is I never get around to taking the right photos at the right time to make it all come together. Perhaps I will share some of my ideas? I've been thinking it would be fun to make some food posts, since I have been cooking much more here on the farm. It isn't anything fancy, but simple home made meals and treats, using what I have and can find. Another idea is art posts. Since stocking up on card stock a few weeks ago I have been a paper project machine. Since it is Mother's Day coming up this weekend, I am working on gifts for my dear mothers (mine and Jonathan's, whom we both consider our own.) This afternoon I will begin putting them together (with camera in hand, for once!) Music and poetry are two other topics which provide endless posts, though not as personal as the others (since I can neither play music nor write poetry.) The farm obviously gives me a plethera of ideas worthy of blogging, it is only a matter of putting them together. I have been working on an interesting and informative post about chickens, which I will (hopefully!) get finished sometime this week. The last idea I have been mulling over is writing several blogs and uploading them at the same sitting (since I do not have steady access to the internet), and I can schedule them to post on certain days and times. That means- I could have a whole weeks worth of posts, actually online! Well it is nearing time to get outside and break a sweat, so for now, farewell. Any feedback regarding my ideas is welcome!

little piggies all in a row

Until next time,
Angela Kelly

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