Year of the Pencil

This year, I have to teach my kiddos how to write well enough to pass a statewide test. As an English major, you would think that I would be brimming with confidence. Quite the contrary. I'm petrified. My words flow from the tips of my finger without much thought or effort. I'm not fully aware of the act of writing when I act. I just know that I love to write and need to write. When an act is so natural, it is so easy to forget the process, especially the always terrifying beginning of the process. Time to think about how I write and from what depths my words comes from.