Me as a writer

Writing is very different for me this year. I’ve been writing since I was a kid and I’ve even called myself a writer for a long time (even though I haven’t published anything).

To me, a writer is someone who writes…someone who figures out life through their writing, someone who communicates through writing, someone who uses writing as a tool in their lives…that’s me. I write = I am a writer.

Using technology has changed me as a writer. Writing is different. In some ways writing is easier and in other ways it’s harder for me. There are times when I prefer to write using my notebook and markers. I still write most days in my notebook. (I’m on my 57th notebook, by the way. You can read about my notebooks here.)

This year we have computers in our class. We blog. We write using google docs. We share our writing. We edit and revise our writing. We work together on our writing more than we ever have before. It’s exciting! Sharing my writing makes it better. I work harder when I know others will read it. Also, when my friends read my writing, they make comments and I can improve my writing. Sometimes I work on writing that isn’t even assigned. All of this writing is making me a better writer. I miss notebooks though. For me, a pen and a notebook means a personal connection. I write differently when I am typing than when I am writing. It’s not better or worse, it’s just different. So because of that, I can’t pick one tool over the other. They are just different tools.

I find that I’m improving on writing different kinds of things. When I think about WHY that’s gotten better, I think it’s because I am reading so much writing from other students. They give me ideas that I might not have had before. I am still working on verb tenses. When I write, I often switch tenses and it doesn’t make sense. Because of that I have to read and reread my writing before I post it or share it. It’s making me a more careful writer.

Audience makes a difference. When I know others (sometimes LOTS of others) are reading my writing, I pay more attention, add more details…do my VERY best! I like having an audience for my writing. Writing comments on blogs…I think that counts as writing…even that makes me a better writer.

If I had to wrap up my ideas in one thought, it’d be this…

Writing makes me a writing and writing a lot makes me a better writer. 

Options and ideas

Today we begin thinking about our topics for a magazine article. We will be writing magazine articles. Your job today is to think about at least three different things you’d like to research. What interests you? Do you have strong opinions about anything? What do you know something about…but want to know more about?!? Here are mine…

I think having a positive attitude is vital to a happy life. I feel strongly about that as my Dad taught me all about being positive. 

Smiling helps a positive attitude

Smiling helps a positive attitude

Peppermint. I love peppermint. I love how it tastes and smells. Peppermint has lots of beneficial health benefits. I want to know more about this. 

Peppermint candy canes

Peppermint candy canes

Running is my third idea. I’ve run a couple of 5Ks. I love running. I haven’t been running for a long time and now I’m thinking I may begin again. I could write about how to begin running and keep running. 

Running my first 5K

Running my first 5K

What are your three topics? 






They say, “Be yourself,
don’t be like everyone else”
They say, “Be an original”   
They say, “There’s only one you!”
Being different is hard.
I want to fit in.
I want to be like everyone else.
I want to get the inside jokes
be on the inside and not on the outside…
where it feels lonely…sad…
That’s being different…
Or is it?
If everyone was the same,
would things be easier?
Would there be cool kids & nerds?
Would there be bullies?
no one
would be different.
When you’re different…
people judge you
people laugh at you
people make fun of you
they don’t
they appreciate you
they admire you
they celebrate you
they envy you
I believe…
that everyone is different
everyone wants to be different
I believe…
it’s the brave ones
who show the world that they’re


Pay attention




It’s so hard

There’s so much floating around my head

I can’t pay attention


What did you say?

What am I supposed to do…


Pay attention




Slow down

I can’t…there’s so much to do


I will…in a minute, I have to finish


Pay attention




Rush to get supplies

Dash to class

Blurt out the answer

Hurry up and on to the next thing


Pay attention




Dancing with Skipper

When I was in middle school,I had a dog named Skipper. Skipper was a springer spaniel. He was the cutest  and softest, black and white puppy there ever was. I LOVED Skipper. (I even got to name him…now looking back, I have no idea why I picked that name.) 

Skipper was a rambunctious puppy. He got into all sorts of trouble. At dinner time, he wasn’t supposed to get out of his bed. He didn’t. He’d crwal on his belly, until he reached our dinner table…that way he wan’t officially “out of bed”. That wasn’t the best thing he did. The BEST thing he did was dance. 

Skipper loved to dance. I always had music on in my room. Wham! was a popular group in the 1980s and the song, “Wake Me Up When I Go-Go” was one of their biggest hits. It’s one of those songs that compel your legs to get up and DANCE. I challenge anyone to sit still when that song is on. One sunny afternoon, the tunes were playing on my boombox and I grabbed Skipper’s front two paws. He and I started dancing around my room. His tail started wagging! I let go after a minute or two and he jumped up again. I called for my sister. She came in and he did it again…the funniest thing is he would only dance to that particular Wham! song. 

Thinking about that makes me laugh! Dancing is one of those things: like drawing and singing: I”m not very good at, but I LOVE to do. 

My sister = Laughing partner

It’s a quiet, rainy day and those make me sad. It’s hard to laugh on days like today. Laughing is one of my favorite things to do. My sister is is the best laughing partner I have. My sister, Kate, is five years younger than me and like lots of sisters we didn’t always get along when we were growing up. My parents always encouraged us to stop arguing…and once we did, those are some of my favorite memories as a child. 

I remember picking her up from work one day because she needed a ride home. She couldn’t wait to get out of work, so she jumped in the car and announced that she had to go to the bathroom….she REALLY had to go to the bathroom! I am a big sister and I did what big sisters sometimes do…I drove as slowly as I could. (OK, that was mean and I am sorry Kate.) That’s not the funny part. The funny part is when she started reading street signs to distract herself from my slow driving. “Elm Street.”  “Maple Street.” “Cheddar Knoll.”

I stopped and said, “What did you just say?”

“Cheddar Knoll. That’s what the sign said,” she responded getting angrier and angrier at me. I turned the car around and showed her the sign again.

“Kate, it’s CEDAR Knoll, not CHEDDAR Knoll!” We both started giggling. You know that giggling when you can’t stop laughing….the kind where your stomach hurts? I drove home quickly…laughing the whole way. Kate, my sister and my favorite laughing partner.