As I write this I sit cross legged on my bed, my back against the wall, the only light shining an orange glow from the sun-shaped heater in my room. The window is open because, let’s be honest, my farts have been stinking and I currently live in an old linen closet.

Didn’t expect me to drop the F bomb on you, did ya?  We talk about farts pretty openly around here. A lot of the staff are smelling the side effects of the food we’re eating… I’m still getting use to being a lady who comfortably talks about farting. Funny thing, isn’t it? Something we all undeniably do, yet some of us feel embarrassed about verbalizing? (I once had a boyfriend who literally would not talk about how girl’s poop, too.) Anyways, don’t worry, this whole thing isn’t about farts. That’d be a lot of words on gas.

So I’ve been sitting here for an hour and was 400 words deep into an entirely different entry – one about beautiful discovery and meditative uncovering – when the opening lines to this new piece decided to pop in. Cooperating, I closed the document and opened a blank page. Here we are.

I did that at least six other times this morning, by the way, in an attempt to write today’s piece during the early hours of the day rather than at 11pm at night… like right now… nothing stuck though, nothing wanted to sprout, I guess creativity was just waiting for.the right (air the farts) window to open…

So I started thinking about stinky farts and open windows and sharing a different voice with my readers (all five of them – HI MOM) – – – by the way, saying “my readers” sounds hilarious / bad ass / is valid though, no? You, reading this, are a reader, are you not? – – – I started calling myself a writer last year – not because I have ever published anything but because I WRITE – therefore, I am :) – – – by the way (again), I keep doing all these triple dashes – – – and I’m pretty sure they’re completely grammatically incorrect (sorry, sister) – – – I don’t care though – – – I like ’em – – – make your own rules, bitches – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 

Anyways. I’ve been thinking about the whole different voices thing a lot since this writing challenge began (Does that even mean anything to you yet? Am I writing so train of thought you are like WHAT is this girl even saying?) Social media is so interesting in how we portray ourselves, and it can go with writing, too. I have multiple writing styles and I think my default way of Being and Breathing and Writing is to go deep, descriptive, meditative…but* sometimes… you just need to let another voice rip. (Get it? Yeah now I’m just being ridiculous.)

*My best friend Jackie inspires me to replace the word ‘but’ with ‘and’ – – – ‘but’ has the power to unintentionally make the second thing you’re about to say seem ‘less than’ – – – example: “I love you but I want to go to the movies” – – – oooor “I love you AND I want to go to the movies” – See! The movies aren’t more important than you or my love for you… I just want to go to the movies, too :) You’re welcome.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to dive in. I live to find sacredness in all that is around me. I full-heartedly enjoy playing with words and striving to put the beauty I see and hear and feel into form. Sometimes though, sometimes you just need to sing in a different note, too. 

I’m already 100+ words over the 500 word limit so this will have to be a To Be Continued… Less about farts tomorrow. More about different voices. Or whatever else happens. 

Until then, fart on readers, fart on… (and maybe open up a window…) 
  
Sun-shaped heater to the right, window of freedom to the left