I dragged my hands down my cheeks, eyelids pulling down to expose the white of my eyes as empty as my mind. A weary growl escaped my mouth and garnered the attention of a student. I shared my frustration with the utter lack of inspiration I was experiencing. She said, "Write about me!!" I hope she doesn't regret that gleeful cry...
The Young Writer The young writer’s hands hover over the keyboard, twitching slightly in anticipation of the next idea. If you watch carefully enough, you can see the moment the idea lands. The proverbial light bulb illuminating. The pupils enlarge with a sharp intake of breath, the right side of the mouth ascends to an acute angle, and the fingers fly across the keyboard in an attempt to land the elusive idea. The idea, like an insect, dips and thrusts, and the fingers flail about like the disgruntled fast food worker tasked with swatting it. Such furious haste means the backspace is smashed more than any other key, but the idea is caged. The young writer is safe to release a jagged breath, de-escalating to a not-quite reverie. She will not be caught unawares when the next idea comes buzzing.
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Mikayla Smith
10/20/2016 07:52:16 pm
I'm so glad you actually did write about me, it really put me in some good light for once. (╯✧∇✧)╯
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Esperanza
5/2/2017 04:44:50 pm
I really like the way you described this particular persons process when they write something that took their imagination a while to think of.
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AuthorMs. Jopling teaches English at Broadway High School, eats an unseemly amount of cheese, and laughs as often as possible. Archives
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