Writing.
It’s what I do. It seems like it’s what I’ve always done. Even before I was able to make real words, I remember sitting beside my mom at the kitchen table while she wrote letters to family and friends and I would take a piece of paper and fill it up completely with little “flowy” scribbles, like I was writing in cursive. By the end of our mother/daughter writing session, I would have filled up several big sheets of paper with my words.
Note: I’ve occasionally seen other bloggers do a stream of consciousness type post where they just start writing and don’t go back and do any editing. That’s always seemed like a really scary ideato me because I re-write more than I write. Editing is what I do.
But I figured that if they could do it, I could do it. And so what you will read below is Becky Unedited. The only thing I changed was if I spelled a word wrong. Everything else is straight from my brain. Scary, I know. I closed out with a few pictures. Also unedited.
Words . . . spoken, written or read, I love them all. I'm also a fan of photography, costume jewelry, thrift stores and hot peach cobbler. And? I'm a breast cancer survivor.
