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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

My Little Writer

I have never thought of myself as a writer.

My sister was the writer, the English major, the teacher.

My mom takes writing classes and workshops.

Yet, I found myself being asked to write a column for a local on-line news site.  No one was more surprised than me to find out that I enjoy writing. 

I want to be clear that I am not trying to toot my own horn here.  I don't think I have any professional capabilities. It was nice to get paid for my work. (Sigh, it was so nice while it lasted...dumb economy), but I don't think I ever really felt like I deserved it. 

I always feel like, "Well , I just took those thoughts that were rumbling around in my head and wrote them down."  Really, it's just as simple as that.

I had an English teacher in high school that was brilliant.  The problem was, I didn't care back them and I certainly didn't appreciate all that he could have taught me.  Mr. MacArthur, if you're out there.  I'M SO SO SORRY.  I really wish I could go back and audit your class now, I swear, I would totally pay attention.

My daughter has recently become obsessed with writing.  She asks me all the time how "Two Penny Jenny" is going.  In her school, each student gets to write their own book.  She's almost done writing hers at school, so she's been writing a ton of books at home.

I love the way she thinks, so honest and sweet.  I love all her 1st grade phonetic spelling.  I asked her why she liked writing so much and she said, "I must like it because you like it."  It's so funny, that never occurred to me!  I'm glad that she and I share this, and now I'll share some of her work with you.  Enjoy!  I apologize for how light the pictures are...it was the best I could do with my mere computer skills.

(I'll write it as she did) "My Life  My life is nice.  Becos pepl chret me vrey vrey VREY NICE to me!  Efen ef I get sad.  I dote relly care.  I stell have to go to scool.  But it is ok that I stell have to go to scool.

"My daddy is so so so funny!  My daddy is 38 like my Mommy they are both vrey nice.  I am telling you I love my family"

"Jack is my brothr.  We fite ulot.  Me and Jack fite like avry day.  My brothr is 13 tene yers old.  I am only 7 you now that I relly am 20!  Jush jokeing."  ( This cracks me up because I really don't think they fight that much, apparantly they just do a really good job of not letting me know about it all the time)

"As you see I LOVE my life.  So So So vrey vrey VREY much !!!!!!!!!!!  I love tham a lot and a lot"
(In the mouth)  I love you so much.  I am glad you are in my family!!!!  I shud brush my teth!


Christine said...

love this post! isn't it funny to fall into doing something you never thought you were good at? And I love reading your writing! Nothing like reading a 1st graders' stories & the spelling. I always had a hard time not throwing anything the girls brought home, so I have kept a lot of their school stuff!

Amy said...

I loved seeing Kelly's writing; thanks so much for sharing it! Also, I love reading your blog; your writing is so honest and I can always connect to it.