March 25, 2011
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| Middle School Play Directors: Becca -n- Ruth |
It is 10:57. I just
got home and my bones are tired. Why am I facing a computer screen and writing,
even though I left the house at 6:15 am, led writing workshop in four
classrooms, joined two teachers in reflective practice meetings, planned a
writing celebration, started a new book study with a group of primary teachers,
walked forty minutes for exercise, drove 150 miles, went to a doctor’s
appointment, received 5 books in the mail, visited with my mom at the
library, received 221 email messages, 6 text messages, 12 phone
calls, and 2 voice mails today, stopped for gummy worms on the way home, played
trains, attended the high school musical with Becca, was hugged hugged hugged
by “our” drama kids (the kids who are now seniors, but began acting in the
middle school plays Becca & I directed), showered, stretched, and poured a
glass of water, unpacked my bag, plugged in my computer, and told myself I will
write?
I will write.
The habit is too
important to break. The challenge is close to being completed and if sixty
other slicers wrote today, I can too. I’m addicted to the rush of mashing words
together in powerful ways. Being a writer is about collecting words, even when
it is hard to find the time. I don’t just want to like the idea of being a
writer. It is more than a romantic, feel-good notion. For me, being a writer is
finding the time to put words on the page, doing it even when I don’t feel like
it, regardless of if I feel it is good enough or worthy enough or even if
anyone is going to respond to it.
I will write for me.
I want to believe in myself. I want to know I can do the things I set my mind
to do. I want to know I’m not too busy in the midst of this life.
I will write for me.
(I’ll revise for others.)
