I’ve never blogged. If I’m being truthful, I’ve never kept a diary or a journal, apart from a few days after my 6th birthday.
Lord knows, I consider myself literate. I read, read, read. I have trouble naming hobbies that aren’t connected in some way to books. I even trace my obsession with the Academy Awards to more truly be an obsession with narrtaive.
But I’ve let this area of literacy be completely dormant in my everyday life.
And here’s the most embarrassing part: I tell teachers every day that they must, must live the strategies they teach their students if they want to increase the power of their writing instruction. But the most thoughtful writing I’ve done in months has been a letter to our winter break housesitter.
So, I hide no more. I walk the walk.