I type and erase.
Type and erase.
Type and erase.
Nothing sounds right.
Nothing makes sense.
I have nothing to say.
And, I write anyway.
I face the blank page.
Like my students.
And, write something.
Anything.
The words on the page
say,
I’m here.
I exist.
Crossposted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday.
In praise of a draft. Any draft 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
p.s. I’m amused by the juxtaposition of newish school typing & oldish school erasing. Type and erase, write and erase, type and delete? Who’s to say, as long as the words land somehow!
Hahaha! I didn’t even notice the juxtaposition of “new and old”. Thanks for pointing that out. Of course, if I’m using a writing up, I can now use an actual eraser to “delete”. LOL!
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Having missed writing more than usual recently, this is a good slice for me to read.
Trying not to miss a week of slicing or posting something. Once that happens I end up in a rabbit hole and it’s hard to dig my way out.
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You showed up. You wrote. Words are on the page. Your voice is heard. I am glad you are here.
Thank you, Terje for the encouragement. The encouragement and support of you and other slicers is why I keep coming back to this community with my writing.
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