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This is a Tuesday
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day.
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day.
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Even though I haven't blogged in several weeks,
I have been wrestling with writing each and every day.
I am in the midst of a social justice writing class, where we have the seemingly simple goal of writing one article.
How hard can this be, having blogged for several years now? Well, it has been so so so hard.
My writing reminds me of folding a paper fan, where every fold represents a new draft; and yes - every draft is virtually the same as the one just before it.
It is so frustrating.
I'll get a seemingly powerful idea,
an amazing insight,
a new perspective...
I'll spend time reworking the draft,
feeling certain that there is progress towards the final product...
only to find
when I do a re-read,
my changes are not enough,
the article is incomplete,
missing missing missing something
just beyond my writing grasp.
It is a nightmare, as if each time I make a fold in my paper fan, the paper that I am folding grows and grows, on and on and on, without end.
So now I'm in a miserable state of dissatisfaction,
throwing out the baby with the bathtub,
not wanting to blog,
not wanting to share about my preschoolers,
just wanting to stew.
That's why you haven't heard from me in a few weeks.
I have been wrestling with writing each and every day.
I am in the midst of a social justice writing class, where we have the seemingly simple goal of writing one article.
How hard can this be, having blogged for several years now? Well, it has been so so so hard.
My writing reminds me of folding a paper fan, where every fold represents a new draft; and yes - every draft is virtually the same as the one just before it.
It is so frustrating.
I'll get a seemingly powerful idea,
an amazing insight,
a new perspective...
I'll spend time reworking the draft,
feeling certain that there is progress towards the final product...
only to find
when I do a re-read,
my changes are not enough,
the article is incomplete,
missing missing missing something
just beyond my writing grasp.
It is a nightmare, as if each time I make a fold in my paper fan, the paper that I am folding grows and grows, on and on and on, without end.
So now I'm in a miserable state of dissatisfaction,
throwing out the baby with the bathtub,
not wanting to blog,
not wanting to share about my preschoolers,
just wanting to stew.
That's why you haven't heard from me in a few weeks.
