National Day on Writing
I decided yesterday I had to paint the dining room. It hasn't been painted since we moved in, and was starting to look it, since enough things get moved around in there for the walls to be pretty banged up. I also had some paint left over from the first failed attempt to make the foyer and stairwell light gray. The paint that didn't work in those darker areas works much better in the dining room. And I'll be able to use up the rest of the can, so it won't be sitting there in the garage slowly solidifying and glaring at me resentfully.
I was cleaning out the guest bedroom closet before 7:00 am this morning (as you do when you have an anxiety disorder) and found a box of stuff from my parents' house (both are deceased) that I had forgotten existed. It was a heavy box and only one end was open. When I stuck my hand in it trying to figure out what it was, I felt old house shoes, and knew immediately that my father had packed it.
I've been clearing out a lot of stuff for a rummage sale at the very tiny private school a friend of mine teaches art at. The school had a bad two year run with incompetent headmasters, and the current competent headmaster is trying to bring it back to where it was. It has very small class sizes, so is very good for students with issues and students who don't speak English (whose parents came from other countries to teach at or go to the university and who otherwise would be dumped in a public school with no time or facility for them.) So I really hope this stuff helps a little. (I also know a few grown-up adult people who I met when they were tiny babies, who went to this school.)
Today is Why I Write: A Celebration of the National Day on Writing.
The urge to write can be a mysterious calling. There are so many different ways to understand not only the why of writing, but what one gets out of it. To celebrate the National Day on Writing, the NWP has joined The New York Times Learning Network and Figment to collect the thoughts of people from all walks of life—scientists, reporters, poets, teachers, and students—to discover why they write.
There's a twitter hastag here for #whyiwrite where people are posting their reasons. Mine was "Because books saved my life when I was a kid, and it would be awesome to do that for someone else, even if I never know them."
I was cleaning out the guest bedroom closet before 7:00 am this morning (as you do when you have an anxiety disorder) and found a box of stuff from my parents' house (both are deceased) that I had forgotten existed. It was a heavy box and only one end was open. When I stuck my hand in it trying to figure out what it was, I felt old house shoes, and knew immediately that my father had packed it.
I've been clearing out a lot of stuff for a rummage sale at the very tiny private school a friend of mine teaches art at. The school had a bad two year run with incompetent headmasters, and the current competent headmaster is trying to bring it back to where it was. It has very small class sizes, so is very good for students with issues and students who don't speak English (whose parents came from other countries to teach at or go to the university and who otherwise would be dumped in a public school with no time or facility for them.) So I really hope this stuff helps a little. (I also know a few grown-up adult people who I met when they were tiny babies, who went to this school.)
Today is Why I Write: A Celebration of the National Day on Writing.
The urge to write can be a mysterious calling. There are so many different ways to understand not only the why of writing, but what one gets out of it. To celebrate the National Day on Writing, the NWP has joined The New York Times Learning Network and Figment to collect the thoughts of people from all walks of life—scientists, reporters, poets, teachers, and students—to discover why they write.
There's a twitter hastag here for #whyiwrite where people are posting their reasons. Mine was "Because books saved my life when I was a kid, and it would be awesome to do that for someone else, even if I never know them."
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