While on school break this week, I started working on writing prompt I agreed to do with friends. Do you know what I’ve discovered?
I am a horrible writer. I over-use words, and when I try to write vivid images, all I create is cliches. While I know enough to know that what I have written is flat-out awful, I don’t have the skill to craft anything worth reading. I’m trying not to think about the fact that my book group is going to read my page right after finishing a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald, who knew a thing or two about how to write.
For someone who teaches writing five days a week, this is a humbling realization. I should make myself write regularly. I might not become a better writer, but I think I’ll become a more sympathetic teacher.