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How does writing feel to you?

WRITE your slice. SHARE your link. GIVE some comments to (at least three) other slicers.If you're leaving your comment early in the day, please consider returning this evening or tomorrow to read some of our evening posters' slices.
WRITE your slice. SHARE your link. GIVE some comments to (at least three) other slicers.
If you’re leaving your comment early in the day, please consider returning this evening or tomorrow to read some of our evening posters’ slices.

On the final day of the challenge, Rissa Zimmerman, who was a first-time Slicer this past March, crafted a thank you note to me and Ruth for providing her with a forum to try on her “writer’s outfit”.  She compared the fit to different styles of jeans.  In case you missed Rissa’s poem, here it is again.

Thank you, Rissa, for this lovely tribute and for for allowing me to share your poem again today.

Sometimes it feels relaxed and comfy.
Once in awhile, dark rinsed.
Other times, classic.
I try to be as often as possible skinny and tight.
But many times it’s as unfamiliar as my boyfriend’s.
More than I’d like distressed.
Wishfully timeless.
When I’m tired, slim.
What I aim for, straight.
My voice as vintage as bell-bottoms.
But most of all, absolutely every day.

–Rissa Zimmerman

What does writing feel like to you?  Consider sharing your analogy when you share the link to your slice of life story today.

Stacey Shubitz View All

I am a literacy consultant who has spent the past dozen years working with teachers to improve the teaching of writing in their classrooms. While I work with teachers and students in grades K-6, I'm a former fourth and fifth-grade teacher so I have a passion for working with upper elementary students.

I'm the author of Craft Moves (Stenhouse Publishers, 2016) and the co-author of Jump Into Writing (Zaner-Bloser, 2021), Welcome to Writing Workshop (Stenhouse Publishers, 2019), and Day By Day (Stenhouse, 2010).

74 thoughts on “How does writing feel to you? Leave a comment

  1. I have set the date on this back a few weeks, as it is a write-up from the 2-day excursion out to Rottnest Island from my trip to Australia. I am still trying to catch up, and I was using today’s slice time as a commitment to get a post from my trip DONE. It’s late, and the writing is probably ugly, but it is DONE, and I can revise later, just as I will read posts and give feedback later – tomorrow. Goodnight. 🙂


  2. Rissa has captured writing well — and started quite a conversation here.
    Writing feels like the sand warmed by the sun as I dig my toes in deeper.
    It sounds like the gentle roar of waves as they move toward the beach.
    It soothes like the smooth rocking of a boat quietly floating atop the deep blue waters.
    Sometimes it startles me like the cold splash of the Pacific and sometimes in it I find the comforting reflection of the sunrise just appearing above the horizon.

    Double Wedding Ring Quilt (a poem)


  3. Writing feels like a road trip – planning the trip (collecting ideas), packing my bags (choosing this week’s topic), slogging through the storms along the way (plugging away at the hard work of writing), seeing some beautiful scenery (savoring the rare moments when my writing flows), arriving at my destination (hitting the post button) and enjoying time with friends (reading the posts of fellow slicers). And then the realization that I get to go on another road trip next week!

    Help from my friends for a poem in your pocket bulletin board –


  4. My student slicers… to some of them, writing just feels like work. To some, it’s an opportunity to socialize in a different way. For others, it’s another chance to struggle with the strange words of English. To a precious few, writing has become a way to express themselves, share their feelings, and help people understand their unique lives.


  5. Writing feels like the ocean to me…
    some days it’s warm – surrounds me and supports me weightlessly.
    some days the waves sweep over me and I struggle to hold onto scrap of wood and not be tossed out into the deep.
    some days you find something really creepy tangled around your toes…
    Okay… I think I’m done with that metaphor for now!

    Today’s post is a reflection on Rites of Passage, thanks to a Bat Mitzvah and a Confirmation I recently attended.


  6. I’d like to say that I write for myself and in some ways I do. It helps me clarify, understand and reflect on my life and learning. Yet, in the last year, the writerly part of my life has grown exponentially (spurred by TWT) and a forum where I am writing for an audience so I suspect that the connecting part of writing might be far bigger than I ever realized. Today’s post, however, is about what I do when I am NOT writing!


  7. To me it would seem
    writing is like being inside my head,
    all tucked up like being in my bed,
    blankets pulled up over my eyes and nose,
    and I don’t like it when someone interrupts my repose,
    it’s like the morning alarm clock going off in my ear
    and it jangles my nerves shaking me back to here
    when I was in a good dream.
    And here’s my slice for Temptation, the next lobsterboat poem –


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