It is Saturday and the day stretches before me open with possibilities and yet I stick with what I know. I open my blog and write. I feel safe here. I know I can do this. It is short, quick and to the point and feedback keeps me working. I am a shy writer with ideas and stories running through my head all the time but afraid to make that step into the long piece of writing. What I call in my head “real” writing.
In the shower the picture book of Where ants go in the rain? is ready to be written. On the drive to work the curriculum work around vocabulary and content integration slides into my thinking with chapters aligned and ready to be filled in. After the spring walk with students the science and writing connections are there ready for me to put them on paper to be used and shared. The fictions books that are a time travel for a young student to work along side a famous artist are in draft form but sitting quietly waiting on a shelf.
Today I feel like my students. They know how to write their Slice of Life. It is short, dependable and something they understand. When I push them to step into a new writing genre they get mad, sharpen pencils, go to the bathroom and put their heads down and tell me they are thinking. No writing happens.
So here I am my day to write – in a new genre (anything but my blog). I have watered my plants, dusted the house, sharpened my pencils (although I write on a computer), and now I am sitting at a coffee shop writing my blog. No new “writing” happening. It is a bit like putting my head down and telling myself I am thinking. I am so like my students.
There are a thousand reasons to not write what I want to write. I have gotten away with this because I tell myself I am writing. I am writing my blog. It is finally not working for me. I need to be brave and open up the other documents and begin.
How do you push yourself or your students pass that blank page?