Time to slice.
I don’t know what to write about, I tell my husband.
But what I really mean is:
I don’t want to put the effort in right now.
There are other things I’d rather be doing.
I have an idea, but I’m struggling with the words.
I wrote a draft about Maddie and her pretend play and I don’t like it.
I’m scared to write what I really want to write because it’s personal and it hurts.
I’m afraid what I write today won’t be very good compared to others.
People are probably sick of hearing about my kids.
I’d rather read a book.
I feel rushed.
I’m still thinking about that piece I published last week.
I should probably wait and post something later tonight.
I need some quiet to think.
So, here it is – this silly post that is quite meaningless and not at all what I’m capable of and I sure hope you’re not going to grade it.
Next time I hear “I don’t know what to write about” from a student, I will remember this morning, this post. And I will respond more thoughtfully.