Today I opened Junior Writer, a free website for writing stories that supports students’ through spelling lists, and word games, and found a pleasant surprise. As I was browsing through the stories, I found the piece one of my students had been working on yesterday. I started reading it and was blown away. I wish I could post it here for you to see but I didn’t ask permission so I can’t.
This student, recently arrived from a non-English speaking country is in my ESL class. She writes with a strong voice and a clear sense of story. What was fascinating about this piece is that it turned the idea of writer’s block on its head by telling the story of a writer who one day finds himself without any writing ideas. He is baffled and doesn’t know what to do. I wondered if this was my student’s way of saying that she didn’t have any ideas for writing herself? Unfortunately, the story is not finished so I can’t tell you how it ends, but I am dying to find out. Tomorrow I will encourage her to finish this story. Of course, I’ll definitely ask permission to publish it tomorrow.
Cross posted to March Slice of Life Challenge, Day #13.
I’m experiencing writer’s block.
It’s good to have this happen once in a while.
So I can keep in mind how students feel at moments like this.
What do I write about?
I have no ideas.
In fact, I don’t want to write anything.
I’d rather read.
Or play around with the spacing of this poem.
Writing is so hard sometimes.
And, now I’m done.
Cross posted to Two Writing Teachers – Tuesday Slice of Life
I have a confession to make: I don’t know what to write about.
“Write that down!” I tell myself.
“Something will eventually come to you if you do.”
Instead, I stare out the window.
I try to recall the story that just a few days ago was screaming to be told.
What was the topic anyway?
Why had I felt such urgency to write that story?
And, why can’t I remember it now?
I stifle a yawn and look around.
I stare out the window again.
My paper is blank.
My pencil is poised in the air.
I glance at the students in front of me.
Everybody is busy writing.
Everything feels trite and unimportant.
Then, I scribble it all down.
The bell rings.
I close my notebook.
another writing moment
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