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Writers and Words- A Life Source

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Author, Annie Dillard says she has to maintain in her head a running description of the present. She needs to call to attention what passes before her. I fully understand how important this rehearsal is to a writer. I am continually in the grip of word storms. They bounce around in my head. Phrases and ideas form and reform continually as I go about this critical pre-writing phase.  Much of this word play remains invisible until it is ready to reveal itself upon the page. Eventually these words, tumbled and reshaped, will spill onto the page and from there further refinement will be undertaken. Non writers will not appreciate this. They will not understand.    Every day the words I hear, the words I see and the words I absorb, sing in my head. Yesterday morning while enjoying breakfast a song delivered the following words. They stayed in my head all day. ‘Let me be close to you So, I can understand Let me be close to you Under your ceiling fan...’ Later in the morning I w...

Reflecting On My Grade 5 Writing Life

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A student once asked me an interesting question  during a share time ‘What was writing like, when you were in Grade 5?’ Well, it was actually like this… Writing Time With Miss Dungeon In Grade 5 Our teacher Miss Dungeon Would ask us to write She called it- Composition She gave each of us a book A book she called A composition book Every Thursday Straight after lunch Was composition time We all knew this because Miss Dungeon Would stand in front of the class And using her very loud voice That made the windows rattle Announce OPEN YOUR COMPOSITION BOOKS With pencils poised We would sit silently Waiting Waiting Anticipating Until Miss Dungeon Standing at the front of the room Giant like on a raised platform Looked over her spectacles and announced the weekly writing topic- Autobiography of an Ant START WRITING NOW No smile No Frown START WRITING NOW… A few kids began writing Some stared out the window Some froze at their desks And the rest of us stared at the blank white page of our c...