“I can’t want it” – Ty-Bear, age 3.
I’m stealing a line from my three-year-old today, because “I just can’t wanna” write. This is a line that I often have to translate into Adult, and it gave me an idea to turn today’s piece into a little translate game of Show-Not-Tell.
The “Writing Experts” are always suggesting you show, not tell your words to the reader. So in bold is me telling you what I’m thinking and right below it is me “showing you” with a little more effort.
Here we go.
I don’t know what to say.
My pen is frozen. I don’t know what happened. When I picked it up and placed its tip on the paper, nothing came out. It just stood there, frozen, looking at me like, “Soooo… What are we doing here?”
We’ve been at this for five minutes, and things are getting awkward. I’m stuck.
My kids are distracting me.
My writing – wait sorry.
“Mom, I can’t find my shin pads. My think my lost dem.”
As I was saying: My writing wind-
“Mom, mom, mom, I can’t wanna play outside.”
My writing window is –
“Moooooooooooooomm, I wanna play outside again!”
My writing window is my sacred time to write which is being –
“click-click, click-click, click-click, click-click,” says the light switch.
You know what, kids make it impossible to write sometimes.
“MOOOOOM! What ya doin?”
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This post is a part of a 100 Day Writing Challenge series for bad new writers. You can follow along on Instagram @onemomswords to see if I ever find my writing voice in this deep pile of messy words.
This is a new blog: no purpose yet, no images yet, no clear sense yet; just words, lots of tangled words.