I used to do this all the time, I thought I would never stop, and
I just KNEW it took all kinds of kinds (yes this is a reference to a familiar
song that I love), yet writing just hasn't been in my life's script these last
few years. I get hung up on writing because it isn't true writing now. It is
considered typing, blogging, Professional publication, journaling, reflection,
everything that doesn't seem like the cursive pen to thick paper creative
wonderings of my mind, it used to be (this would indeed be considered a run-on
and on..and yes now on sentence). I'm lost in format because format
matters, I'm downing in ego-centrics (what will people think, does anyone truly
what to hear my ranting, ravings, relishing’s and rhetoric???). I cite lack of
time, energy and surroundings as justifications. So here I am, and there I’ll go, to
that far off place that harbors my dusty manuscripts, poetry, compilations,
data, observations and thoughts and arouse them to the printed page.
That brings me to the start (hmm I think I am actually mid-way
through already ), I will post (my safe word till I discover what my writing
truly is) about my experiences teaching, technology integration, EdCamps,
books, and anything else the moment calls for. Sometimes you just need a bit of
accountability, so start to comment and I’ll share with you, and oh the places
we’ll go. I have a partner in crime Alex Felton, who's also helping with the culpability. I will virul out that I am now “posting” because I believe "your words become your actions", quote. Ta ta for now. am
I just KNEW it took all kinds of kinds (yes this is a reference to a familiar
song that I love), yet writing just hasn't been in my life's script these last
few years. I get hung up on writing because it isn't true writing now. It is
considered typing, blogging, Professional publication, journaling, reflection,
everything that doesn't seem like the cursive pen to thick paper creative
wonderings of my mind, it used to be (this would indeed be considered a run-on
and on..and yes now on sentence). I'm lost in format because format
matters, I'm downing in ego-centrics (what will people think, does anyone truly
what to hear my ranting, ravings, relishing’s and rhetoric???). I cite lack of
time, energy and surroundings as justifications. So here I am, and there I’ll go, to
that far off place that harbors my dusty manuscripts, poetry, compilations,
data, observations and thoughts and arouse them to the printed page.
That brings me to the start (hmm I think I am actually mid-way
through already ), I will post (my safe word till I discover what my writing
truly is) about my experiences teaching, technology integration, EdCamps,
books, and anything else the moment calls for. Sometimes you just need a bit of
accountability, so start to comment and I’ll share with you, and oh the places
we’ll go. I have a partner in crime Alex Felton, who's also helping with the culpability. I will virul out that I am now “posting” because I believe "your words become your actions", quote. Ta ta for now. am