I’ve been getting some questions lately about where I am online. There was a time where my posts where flying almost daily. I’d run home, eager to share a story or sweet comment made by a sprout and sit at my computer pounding the keys until it seemed just perfect. Lately, that hasn’t been happening. My focus has shifted and while I still am writing feverishly, I’m not sharing it with the anyone… just yet.
As you might imagine, as a public school teacher, I am always careful about what I share, working diligently to obscure details and protect the innocent. The thing is, even though I don’t always like it, I have to do the same for adults. Unlike children, adults can get angry, nasty even, if they don’t like something you’ve written. For a time, this almost choked me as a writer, almost stifling my voice. Then, one day, I decided to write anyway. I wrote and wrote, honestly and openly, and sometimes it wasn’t pretty and nice, sometimes it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. It’s all there, in an ever growing manuscript and I’m loving the process.
Will anything ever become of it? I hope so, but I’m not finished or ready to share it just yet. I just wanted to let you know, my experiences continue to be documented and hopefully, some day, I can share them.