My first writing memory is when I plagiarized. My fourth grade teacher was so kind. She didn’t even make me feel like the idiot I was for copying the blurb of my library book for our weekly book report assignment. I still tell the story about how she quietly called me over to her desk to respectfully bust me.
No more writing memories until the traumatic red marks made their appearance in the margins of my college papers freshman year and I mean ALL over. I sucked.
Or at least my English Comp professor thought so.
Fast forward ….. graduate school in my thirties. Finally, a teacher who believed in me as a writer! I'll always remember her empowering little yellow comment post-its. Actually, there were a few professors who encouraged me to find my voice by writing more.
I’m still looking for my voice.
Sometimes when I think I’ve found it, I lose it again!
This month’s SOL challenge is helping. Comments from fellow Slicers help.
Thank you to Stacey and Ruth for providing this forum to help us practice and share our writing.