The ball swishes through the net as the buzzer sounds. A sigh of relief as the two points are recorded on the scoreboard. The basket was a buzzer beater.
Final score 25 to 17.
The last second score was icing on the cake. Another two points in the book for a seventh grade athlete. Kids who had been running up and down the court chasing and being chased by the opposing team.
Proud Great Aunt. My great nephew’s team wins again!
A never-ending third quarter that saw each team make only one basket. So much energy expanded. WAIT. Delete that. Wrong game. Memory mix up. Wrong details supporting the 8th grade B game. Three different games now in my memory bank. Time to focus.
Visiting with my sister, my niece, my great niece. Receiving a hand-written note from Autumn. Enjoying the ambiance of a junior high gym, whistles blowing, athletes competing, and fans cheering.
Where do I start? What is the heart of my story?
THE PROCESS TODAY:
I ran through the events in my mind. I collected ideas without a single keystroke or graphic organizer. I began to sift the details with mental rehearsal. Decision made. The beginning point is the basket that ended the game.
And then doubt sets in . . . And the questioning . . . Do I really want to begin with the end of the game? The final three seconds? Then what will be next?
What is the important part of my story?
The important part is that I write. I write at my keyboard while my coffee is brewing. Intent on capturing the words that I rehearsed as I hit the snooze alarm. It’s Tuesday. It’s “Slicer Day”. I need to write a story so I’m rehearsing a story. Not across my fingers. Not across pages. But in my head. Cross-checking the most important facts.
BUT, what about that note from Autumn? She’s three. It’s the first writing she’s given me. Her name – carefully printed across a small piece of paper. Written with love. Received with love.
Some days I just HAVE to write!
The words come pouring out. The screen fills. Then the doubt and worry arrive. Delete, fix up, fancy up the piece. But it all begins with the writing.
How can I teach writing without writing?
How do I understand that there isn’t one perfect prompt? One perfect process? One perfect story map? . . . If I also don’t know the joy, the agony, and the freedom of writing?
Why am I writing?
I want to win the writing game. I know it takes practice. I know it takes time. Writing. Writing. Writing. Slicing to continue to improve my narrative writing. (But while I write I continue to think, to study and reflect on my process. I can’t turn off the teacher side.)
Today. Flash drafting. Metacognitively reviewing my process. Recording my thinking. And yet sometimes, it’s all about “the doing” – Just writing!
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