I wanted to copy a fellow blogger's great slice about her beliefs.
I wanted to!
Instead I began typing a list of my beliefs and they felt cliche and boring and I deleted them twice.
I wanted to dive deep and reflect on the bigger picture for students.
I wanted to!
Instead I stared at a blank screen.
This is it.
Sometimes there is nothing more exciting than a blank screen. Ready for my thoughts and dreams and reflections.
Other times there is nothing more daunting and intimidating than the blink blink blink of a cursor on a blank screen.
Like today. Today is that day.
"Blink, blink, blink," goes my cursor.
"WRITE WRITE WRITE!" screams the page.
"Type, type, type.....delete, delete, delete," go the keys.
Now i get it. Sometimes authors write about the writing process because that's all that comes out. I wonder if Stephen King sat down to write another amazing horror or fantasy story and instead the blinking screen stared at him and whispered, "just type. just type about this moment. This moment of writing. All the moments of writing." And "On Writing" emerged.
I haven't actually read On Writing. Just like I haven't actually written much of anything in this slice.
Yet, this is my slice, my process today.
I wanted to!
This is it.
Blink.
I wanted to!
Instead I began typing a list of my beliefs and they felt cliche and boring and I deleted them twice.
I wanted to dive deep and reflect on the bigger picture for students.
I wanted to!
Instead I stared at a blank screen.
This is it.
Sometimes there is nothing more exciting than a blank screen. Ready for my thoughts and dreams and reflections.
Other times there is nothing more daunting and intimidating than the blink blink blink of a cursor on a blank screen.
Like today. Today is that day.
"Blink, blink, blink," goes my cursor.
"WRITE WRITE WRITE!" screams the page.
"Type, type, type.....delete, delete, delete," go the keys.
Now i get it. Sometimes authors write about the writing process because that's all that comes out. I wonder if Stephen King sat down to write another amazing horror or fantasy story and instead the blinking screen stared at him and whispered, "just type. just type about this moment. This moment of writing. All the moments of writing." And "On Writing" emerged.
I haven't actually read On Writing. Just like I haven't actually written much of anything in this slice.
Yet, this is my slice, my process today.
I wanted to!
This is it.
Blink.
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