I originally titled this post “Insanity” — I’m in the habit of plunking down my title first, then revising at the end, possibly. But this one was Insanity. Or, “I Have a lot of Life Goals and I’m Really Only 12.”
I feel like I’m 12.
When I logged on just now, I loaded up Day 31, just to have him ready — again, because I have a habit of pushing it to the very, very end and posting super-last minute. Day 31 needs to be up! And when I see this page, I remember there are so, so many writers I want to visit and encourage and love and just immerse myself with.
Visiting and reading 5-6 posts in 1 blog was the most powerful experience I encountered during my time here with this Slicer Community. The strength of the people, voices behind the writing was exhilarating to me. “Exhilarating” is not a word I use very often. It’s like “immensely” — you save those words for those rare, very moving occasions. That was me when I was here.
So, this is one of my goals: to read each and every blog that I didn’t get to and immerse myself with wonderful, teacherly, writerly thoughts.
And I’ll continue writing. Possibly not here, though. I want to save this space for slices. I will continue to add pieces, and probably move longer diatribes of random thinking. Perhaps like this one. I don’t really have many plans, though. The one, overarching idea is to write everyday in the blogosphere, somewhere.
And to write a larger piece. I feel myself moving from Notebook writing, which is something I’ve wanted to do for awhile — tried to do, but could not imagine doing. Now piqued into writing larger pieces. So, we’ll see where that will take me.
And, I will continue to carve out this time for myself. I’ve been a Mom for a total of .. close to 22 years. I put writing on hold for at least 20 of those years, because I sensed it just wasn’t the right time. Forcing it just wasn’t me. Now, there’s this wonderful family accommodation I’ve experienced all month long and I’m not going to give it up.
I know I’m a writer. I’ve always known. Now, the only thing that’s changed is the people closest to me know I’m a writer and respect that space I need for my endeavors.
In 1 year, I weaned them off of me (no, this is true!) by pulling out notebook after notebook after notebook after notebook, finishing notebook after notebook after notebook after notebook, and so now, this blog is — not necessarily a culmination of all that work — it’s a stone in the river of I began wading across and now I just want to swim in. Cross-stream. Radically against the current. Fighting and breathing and feeling and thinking and strategizing down deep down to pull out the truest truth that’s inside of me.
Oh, my, I hadn’t even thought about that one.
Wow. I have a Radical Goal. I haven’t had one in years.
I want to write a little novel.
I want to write a chapbook of poetry.
I want to write a novel told in verse.
I want to write a memoir.
I want to write non-fiction pieces for children.
I want to write a book to my children.
I will write a little novel.
I will write a chapbook of poetry.
I will write a novel told in verse.
I will write a memoir.
I will write non-fiction pieces for children.
I will write a book to my children.
And I will work all these ideas through Process in my classroom with my students.