I wrote this for my classes who complained that I wasn't writing for "the sake of writing," which I constantly implore them to do themselves.
I enjoy sitting on my porch and writing, but it certainly has not been the kind of spring that encourages being outside. I also enjoyed browsing through your blogs last night and reading about your experience writing your drama and sitcom episodes. Any writing that makes us think, and any writing that makes us re-examine what we've written is good writing--in my book anyway!
With an extended writing assignment like this it is easy to neglect our journals (the blogs). I am neglectful myself! I sit here and watch the rain drip from the roof and think only of what I need to get done, not what is being done for me. The world is offering itself to me to examine creation in all of its majesty and wonder and I worry about the plumbing I just finished in my new bathroom. Every drop of rain is screaming "watch me fall," and I think about Industrialization in 1890; the buds on my maple trees are about to burst in an ecstacy of rebirth, and I plan dinner in my head.
My kids, who are dutifully doing their homework, will think it strange if I ask them to go for a walk with me through the rain, but that is what I (we?) need to do. We live near the town forest and there is a culvert that goes under the access road down by the town wells (behind the no trespassing signs, of course). I will challenge them to stick races. "One-two-three: drop your sticks." and then we'll race to the other side of the road to see whose stick caught the flooding current first. We'll create bullseyes on scraggly oaks and pepper the wily bark with stones and crude spears.
Wet, muddy, and cold the door will open for us, and the fire will be warmer than it is now.
And maybe there will be one more thing to write about.
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