Write

Writing. Writing's hard. I teach it all the time (well, not for much longer, but maybe that's a whole other post!), and the kids find it hard. I find it hard. I don't think I'd pass the year 6 SATs. I certainly wouldn't make the holy grail of the much coveted Level 6. I only got a level 6 in my Y9 SATs (and no, I'm not that old, I was the first year to do them!).

So apart from teaching it and writing mountains of stars and wishes on children's writing, when else do I write? Well I write text messages to friends. I write on Facebook walls. I even write notes to my husband.....shame they are things like, "Get milk", "Move the carseat", or the latest, stuck to the spare room door, "Close Me". I'm very profound.

Yet I write myself notes a lot. I have no memory. I believe I squeezed it out when I gave birth to the girls....at least it was around then that it was last seen. So I write notes to keep myself going. To remind me where I need to be, what I need to do, or of the million things I haven't done. One day I'll even reach the bottom of the 'To Do' list. Well, let me dream anyway.

Write. It's what I do here. I do it in the privacy of this blog. And then, to be honest, not many people read it. Yes, some lovely people come from Lisa Jo's blog (where this all started), and someone always comments. I'm really grateful for that. It's a fab thing to do (sign up, I dare you!). But who else reads it? Who else would want to?! The inane ramblings of a Mooble.  So today I'm going to be brave. I think. I'm going to link to it on Facebook. Oh, time's up. Hey there Facebook friends. Sorry for the randomness. But do pop back. See what I write next.

Writing's fun!