Saturday, July 23, 2011
These three young ladies were among a small group of writers scattered along benches in Tommy's Park the other morning. This group looked to be recording their early morning observations of people on their way about their lives. Writing was always hard for me. When Mrs. Kibler and others slid a piece of lined paper across my desk on Fridays and just said write a story, I felt overwhelmed. There was no real help or direction just the intimidating words 'write'. Terms like brainstorming, pre-writing activities, and finding your voice were still pretty much ensconced in the future. The finished paper was due on her desk first thing Monday morning, and so this usually meant a long frustrating Sunday evening and the end of my weekend. I got to dread Sunday afternoons and evenings. Mom knew what I was up against and offered encouragement and ideas. Needless to say, I survived seventh grade. Given what I know now, I certainly would enjoy another crack at those Friday writing assignments. Alas, life moves on!