This past Sunday was the National Day on Writing. It seems there is now a National Day for just about everything. There is a National Day on Doughnuts, A National Daughters’ Day, Sons’ Day, Puppy Day, Coffee Day, and then some. But on this annual day on writing, I’ve decided that I want to take a moment to celebrate the writer I have become.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. When I was young, I filled many a diary with my day to day happenings. As I got older, I tried to capture special moments, memories, dreams, and ideas. As a young teacher, I kept a writers’ notebook alongside my third grade students, capturing observations, glueing in tickets and a lock of hair from my daughter’s first haircut, seed ideas for stories, and even a few sketches. A few years ago, I read about the Two Writing Teachers’ March Slice of Life Challenge. The post encouraged teachers of writing to become writers in order to better teach our student writers. I was ready to push myself to another level as a writer, so I asked a few of my colleagues if they wanted to take on the challenge. They said yes, and we jumped in. We’ve been writing ever since.
I now blog once a week and even write other entries in between. All week I plan and gather ideas for my weekly post. I plan, draft, revise, edit, and publish. I put my writing and my voice out into the world, I take risks, I receive feedback from other writers, and I am part of a writing community. I’m not sure the writing is all that good, but I am writing and on a regular basis. I’m going through the process. I’m capturing some stuff on paper (or screen). I’m walking the talk.
Today I am a writer. That’s something to celebrate.