bus blogging, chapter five

The portion of my brain that used to constantly be writing seems to have been dulled lately. It would churn out random thoughts that I felt worthy of exploring, or it would come up with phrases that struck me as just right, forcing me to search out a sticky note. Lately, though, the portion of my brain that works on lesson plans, assessment, documentation, and educational supervision is in overdrive, pulling away mental energy from all other parts of my noggin.

But, my heart is still yearning to write out my thoughts, emotions, opinions, anything. It can be a painful thing, this unfulfilled longing. I don't really know where I want to get to... I don't want to be a novelist, for I'm not confident in my ability to be creative, to bring a story to life from scratch. I'm fairly certain I just know that someday, somehow, I want to be able to say assuredly and with a sense of the official, "I am a writer." 

Someday.


Publicly transporting,