February exercise - write for one hour. Don't think about what is going to happen ...


...to this writing. Just write. I think this exercise is liberating. I want to tell about him.

The first time I saw him, he was standing outside the door of my classroom with the counselor and his aunt. The counselor was speaking to both of them in Spanish, explaining where his classes would be, how the lockers worked, and who to go to for help. I took one look at him and pegged him as a kid with a very thick file.


Classroom Mom


February Exercise - Monday Morning


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February Exercise - Does she still love me


QUESTION?


No Trace


"off the cuff" memory


about this month's exercise (m)


I came onto chat very late last night, and found it interesting but inconclusive. Sure, we should write from the heart. But don't you think this should be a 2-part exercise--spill your guts, and then polish it up for critique?

I can't think of any feedback or critique we could even give each other on something as subjective as this. It would be like critiquing someone's dream. I'm all for nudging the subconscious into action, but it's what we do with it afterwards that's important for us as writers.

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February Exercise


“That’s everything.” Standing behind the car I mentally inventoried the camping equipment and duffel bags I’d stuffed into the cargo hold of Susie’s Sunbird. “We can rock ‘n roll.”

“Put this sheet over our stuff.” Kneeling on the backseat of her car, Susie began to shake out a folded flat sheet. On the third flap the sheet abandoned its neat folds and cascaded out of the hatchback to drape the back bumper and asphalt driveway below. “Geez! Now it’s on the ground! Would you pick it up already?”

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