on writing

There are so many times when I think, huh, I used to write a lot.

I used to write stories, journal, post a blog more frequently- between those, I usually wrote something everyday. Now, the only thing I typically write is when I model writing for my students.

I definitely miss it. I miss the creative part and the craft. I miss the thinking it forced me to do. Probably at least once I week I think, I should write something, only for that thought to carry over and over week by week and its months before something actually gets put on paper.

It’s no secret that writing takes time. The thinking, the re-writing, the motivation, and the muscle of it, takes work. For me, it also takes purpose. I want to know that what I’m doing means something, or could turn into something, and its hard for me to take the time to do it when that is not really the case. On a small scare, sure, but I don’t write creatively or try and get writing published elsewhere because I don’t know if thats what I really want from writing.

I definitely want to do something with writing (I think). I love the idea of writing children’s books, or even a more personal book- but if I did want that to become a reality, I’m not putting in the work now. I need to be revamping that muscle and creating the time and space to get back in the habit of writing.

Who knows what I’ll do with my writing- if anything. But why not try and find out? (or not, I don’t know!)

Anyways, if you’re still reading- kudos. This is a boring look into my brain on fall break.

Maybe you’ll see something (hopefully) more exciting on here soon!

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