At the end of the school year I received two nice new
writer’s notebooks. I’m writing in
one of them now. (Of course I
copied from it for this post.) One
was a gift from a student in my classroom. She spent the last two years filling up her own writer’s
notebooks. And did she ever fill them up! She wrote marvelous bits of fiction, memoirs, a biography, craft exercises in which
she focused on setting, character development, and making her dialogue real and
effective.
It was such an honor to see her smile at what she had
written, laugh at her own funny dialogue, to watch her read a piece to her peers
in an author’s circle and hunker down to make revisions. It was a fantastic
feeling to edit her piece with her and listen as she read final drafts to the
class, to applaud as she finished reading her stories and listen to the
appreciations from her classmates as she called on them from the author’s
chair.
It is breathtaking to bear witness to children’s evolution
as writers. And since I was with
her for two years I got to be a part of an incredible amount of development and
change. Her writer’s notebooks
over these two years are archives; timelines to her growth. It is a record of
her development of writing mechanics
as she went from large mixed capitals and lower case letters with frequent
spelling miscues to tight lovely cursive.
Beyond her mastery of skills, her writer’s notebooks are testaments to
her craft development. From
cramped little bed-to-bed stories that reached exactly down to the last line on
the page, to lengthy complex stories filled with emotions and colorful
characters and intricate settings.
This little girl, my student and my friend, gave me a gift
far beyond the cost of the notebook.
My other new writer’s notebook was a parting gift from my
student teacher this semester. She
also knows the value of a writer’s notebook. While she was only in my classroom for a single semester,
that is a lot of time to spend in the presence of young children who are
growing and changing before our very eyes. Liz was able to witness the power of outgrowing yourself as
a writer by trying out new genres, studying specific aspects of the writing
process or cloning a favorite author’s style. Liz was there as children
developed their writing voices. She
was able to witness their metamorphosis.
And she had the eyes to see.
I receive lots of notebooks as gifts. It is fitting as I am a teacher of
writing. Some of these gifts are
transcribed so that many years from now, as I fill a notebook and open up a
fresh one, I’ll know who to mentally thank. I’ll remember the face and some stories. I’ll remember the feeling of having
written with that person and sharing what we have written with each other. I’ll recall some of the time when our
paths crossed in a classroom and we were both growing together as writers.
I can’t say that I haven’t regifted a few that have the
first pages left blank absent of personal messages. They make it to good homes. But the transcribed ones are the ones I use. I have to, right? One of my former student teachers gave
me one with a beautiful transcription about how much I helped her on her path
to her professional dreams, etc. I
sensed that IT was a regift
because it had a bright yellow bouquet on the front cover and flowery designs
throughout. I had to use it,
right? I couldn’t very well cut
out the front page and give it away.
It would have been too obvious.
So I used it as my classroom notebook. The kids didn’t care. They knew I was in touch with my
feminine side. But when a colleague
noticed it at a faculty meeting and riffed on me about it, I covered the front
and back with duct tape. Now it
looks really manly. What can’t
duct tape fix?
A new writer’s note is so blank, so empty, so full of
promise. In these pages I could
write my best poem, my most meaningful memoir, my finest lyrics, my saddest
story. I could write the draft of
a memorable letter or a whimsical fairy tale. A fresh writer’s notebook is so filled with promise and
potential. The gift of a writer’s
notebook is a dare to write, to outgrow yourself as a writer. It is a little daunting holding this
new notebook with it’s flawless cover and spine, and smelling it’s fresh blank
pages.
A new writer’s notebook holds infinite possibilities.
