Greenbelt

Anniversary post? Check. Spring time in Colorado?  Check. Posts about Mom, Dad, my girl?  Check. Double check. Triple check. It is March after all.  The month that they say comes in like a lion and out like a lamb.  In my case, it comes in with a slicer, and out with a writer.  Each March I am…

Vices

Already I’ve closed one draft and started this one.  Closed it when I realized that the nails on most of my fingers are already gone and there is little left. I better get writing something else before I whittle them down to the quick. Because the one I was writing was making it worse.  For…

It’s Time

Time to write. But I’ve got units to read. Time to write. But I’ve got emails to reply to. Time to write. But Micah is home early. Time to write. But Cam will be in bed in just a few short hours. Time to write. But I can’t think of anything; my brain’s too full….

Look no further

I’m just not feelin’ it tonight. I did write earlier and maybe those were all the words I had in me to craft today. So I come to the screen and scroll through a (Facebook) feed or (Twitter) two, seeking the kind of pull or draw that will lead me to fill this space. Nothing….

Writing Logs

Volume matters.  When it comes to writing, words on the page matter.  If our students are not writing enough, they are not practicing enough; they are not getting better fast enough.  And we know this, because we write.  (Read about our moment of discovery and the caution behind it here.) Just a few weeks after…

Zero to 60: Volume in Writing

From zero to sixty in just under a minute?  Sure, its no record if you’re a race car driver.  But for words on a page, 60 wpm ain’t too shabby. With a focus on workshop as our instructional model this year, a trend is emerging.  With the  structures of Daily Five lifted out of the…

Getting Started

There is barely enough space to write here.  Just enough for the screen in front of me, my forearms resting on the edge of the desk in front of the keyboard,  a store-bought coffee cup full of a homemade latte, and a small stack of notes that are now a few days old. Surrounding me…

Unearthed

A new string of planets was discovered orbiting the “habitable zone” of a distant star… A few years ago, I began a story about a girl who lives after an astronomical catastrophe has knocked Earth off its axis and affected the rate of its rotation.  I wrote about this girl for the good part of a year and…

The Writer’s Release

Angry, and it’s only Tuesday. I can feel it coursing through my veins like a toxic drug.  Feel the constriction across my ribs, the pinch in the back of my neck, the tension in my shoulders, the empty pit in my full stomach. For what? I’m not even sure I could explain.  For all the times…

First Pages

“You knew.”  It’s not a question. My voice carries across the room to where my father stands silhouetted in the doorway. Let me break it down for you.  Picture a room with no windows.  Synthetic sunlight streams in from the center of our world through a glass tube that plunges past each of the twenty…

At Last

It’s time to write my slice… Write after I eat dinner watch The Voice on DVR shop for dresses join a Twitter chat (#ReadingScience) shop for sandals unload the dishwasher try to register for a spring kickball league convince Cam to take a shower read last night’s comments answer to the cry for “Mommmmm…” diagnose the newest…

Scrapbooking

Today was an interesting day for me as a “slice of life-er” because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t come the page with even a shred of an idea.  I came, instead, tired and full after a day of errands and chores and bill paying. So I entered into a space…