Ruth’s SS1 (Brian): I don’t wanna write.
I don’t wanna write a student story, is the thought going through my mind right now (and because I live with two little girls there may even be a bit of a whine to it).
I remember Brian. Everyday he would look the part of a writer — yellow legal pad; pen posed; sitting in a spot away from others. And everyday he would simply scribble a single vertical line the height of the first line on the legal pad. I don’t want to write, he would tell me.
One day in my infinite wisdom (read: at my wit’s end with a stroke of luck), I tossed him an over-sized post-it note and said, “See if you can fill this. It doesn’t matter what you write, but write some words. Just fill it with some thoughts or a story or fragments of yesterday. Please, just try to fill it.”
And he did. It broke the ice and Brian spent the remainder of the year not just looking like a writer, but actually being a writer.
So I’m taking my advice and trying to just fill this little text box. Once the scroll bar moves down — ahhh . . . yes! — I’m done!