This summer is busier than ever. But I need to write. I am making a promise to myself to find time to write. I signed up for Teachers Write along with 1,600 other teachers from everywhere! You can find information about Teachers Write at Kate Messner's blog, as well as the mini lesson for today-- it was Mini-Lesson Monday!
So, throughout this summer I'm looking forward to writing, reflecting, connecting and learning with a community of teachers and authors. I'll be posting my writing here- and I know many will be short pieces, lists, and drafts. For me, this isn't about sharing *great* writing or really any writing at all, but rather to reflect in the moment and share the process of trying to live a more writer-y kind of life.
Here's my writing from today. It includes a quick-write, a list of details from the place where I was, and my revised writing. I'm excited to be starting this journey and making time for writing!
Arriving home, I walk in the door to my usual greeting- my crazy puppy Lola scratching my legs to say hello. The scratching is short lived and she runs to the chaise lounge that she thinks she owns and perches high up on the back. I walk to the kitchen to unpack the groceries and she follows me. After a second, she decides I’m uninteresting and she joins my husband at the table. He hugs her and gives her little smooches which always surprises me. He’s not a smooching kind of a guy. But anything for Lola.
baseball game on TV
the click click of puppy claws on the floor
hum of the air conditioning
crunch of celery
hot grey skies the view out the window
Arriving home, I open the door slowly, knowing what I’ll find on the other side; my usual greeting from my puppy Lola scratching my legs to say hello in her crazy Jack Russell kind of way. The clawing is short-lived and she runs to the old green chaise lounge that she thinks she owns and perches high up on the back. I walk to the kitchen to unload the groceries and she follows me, her tiny claws click-clicking on the floor. After a second, she decides I’m uninteresting and she joins my husband at the table. He hugs her and gives her little smooches which always surprises me. He’s not a smooching kind of a guy. But the kisses continue. Anything for Lola. She looks out the window at the hot grey skies and whines a tiny whine, which gets her more smooches from my celery-crunching husband. I think I have a lot to learn from Lola.