A year ago, I would not have believed that I would be committing to writing for 31 days. Don’t get me wrong….I enjoy writing, but I never held myself to a daily standard to write.
You ask what changed? Three words… Summer Writing Institute. If you have not participated in one, I would find one quickly. Like right now. Of course, after you read my post.
The Summer Institute changed my life. It became theraputic like a daughter that begins to see a therapist because she thinks that she is turning into her mother. We wrote using Taco Bell sauce packets, songs and even phrases from OPI nail polish bottles as our daily inspirations.
As my love of writing grew, I didn’t realize that a bond was growing for the other educators that gave up three weeks of their summer vacation as well. We talked, shared and ran writing marathons. Those marathons were miles that stretched from quaint coffee shops to cemeteries. Yes, a cemetary.
These great times have been etched into my heart.
I only hope that I turn my marathon into a relay race passing the love of writing to my students.