I want to take a minor sidestep from the main focus of this blog and discuss another important matter: writing. I probably haven't felt better the past couple months. I've been doing some serious writing... for me. Not writing in the sense of scribbling together press releases or emails for work. I've been finding myself enveloped in my Macbook from approximately 7PM to 1:30AM every night, and, to be honest, it feels damn good.
Since I don't want this space to be viewed as just another cheesy "Guess What I'm Doing" blog, I'll try to make some sense of this. Almost immediately, my mind wants to justify my make-shift happiness to passion. That seems a little pretentious, and I'm not sure if that's all of it. Besides, I have always LOVED to write, and it's not like I haven't been doing it--just not as often and in a different format.
When I was student teaching at Moravia--which was, overall, an excellent placement--I had one student who didn't "place" well in the class. Friends? Nope. Ambition? Negative. Hobby? Not that I saw. Anger? Not that type of kid. Good grades, you ask? Not so much.
I couldn't put my finger on this student. I wasn't sure what was really going on...
The best most important thing she did was journal writing; a normally standoffish, distracted girl consistently wrote feverishly in her 8 x 4, black and white, $1 notebook. Damn, I couldn't get this girl to write a story (in any format she wanted--video, music, comic, etc. etc. etc.) on any topic she wanted... But she'd write in that journal like she was trying to create a fire. Because I'm a man of my word--mostly--I didn't read many of her posts. I do, however, know that she was writing about something she was excited about. That's an over-generalization, but I'm not about to try to capture the zeitgeist of an tenth-grader from Upstate New York.
Now I'm back to the classic "children want to write about things they're passionate about" cliche. But I guess it's a cliche for a reason.
That drawn-out story was used simply for this: I'm excited about something enshrouded within my writing. I don't know if I know what IT is yet, but I feel like I'm getting close. Yowzer.
Reading
Charles Bukowski's Slouching Towards Nirvana
Listening
Blackalicious, A2G EP
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