Coming Back To The {Writing} Table

A 15-minute window invites me back to the page...

As I type these words I’m sitting at a folding table in the local library doing my own “free-writing” while the students I am about to shepherd in the craft of writing spend 15 minutes writing without inhibition.

I have been thinking for weeks about how to return to this writing space after so much time away. I confess to liking a bit of fanfare and have a love for a grande entrance, and at the same time, I can, in a moment, be repelled by such showiness. We are walking contradictions, aren’t we?

So instead of making a scene, or pretending that I don’t care (of course I do!, Why would I bother if I didn’t?)I will just spend the next 4 minutes of this 15-minute free write saying hello, old friends. Of course, I’m not calling you old, I am simply saying that we have history, we go way back, and since pandemic years count extra, it has been a long time.

If you’re still here, still willing to follow along, I am grateful. If you’ve forgotten me altogether and prefer to keep it that way, that’s fine too. We are all allowed to cut our losses and move on. It is good and right so to do.

I have news, so much news it seems, but as the timer in front of me winds down to this final minute of the free-writing time before I begin my class, I will have to return to this space shortly with a proper update. For now, I will simply say, “hello, I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed you. It’s good to be back.”

To be continued….