A Walk in the Park

I left my computer at home today.  But I was sure to bring along my notebooks.

My professional one, in case I decided to dig into my latest work on whole-group reading instruction.

My fictional one, so that I could capture the thoughts that came to me as I was straightening my hair this morning.  Thoughts about why the main character and her mother would be traveling against the rotation of the world that took both father and soul mate, respectively.

I’ve tried to keep them clean, to keep the entries about the alternate world separate from the ones about the real and true, but today, I packed them both.  Yes, I packed them both when I left home, but I left one in the car as we set out into the park.

I’m not sure where today’s slice would have landed anyway.  It is not at all about things I would share professionally, and not at all fitting with the fictional world I am creating.

Today’s slice gets caught between pages.  And when this happens, any pages will do.  I turn the page and create a word map of the landscape that lays itself at my feet.  I do not resist, though I do worry that it will otherwise get lost.  So here, slice, set yourself here.  This is the space that makes space for it all:

 

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Today is the last day in the 11th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC18) hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  We write each day in March as part of an international writing community.  I appreciate any comments, especially those that

• reinforce writing decisions that work and
• coach into those that don’t.

Think of each comment you leave as a little writing conference we are having together. Come on, make me a better writer today! Thank you!