So... What? Three weeks into the school year and how many words completed? Oh yes. That's right. About none.
It's tough this. I really try. I really do. I spend break times and quiet parts of lessons mentally jotting down sentences I like, paragraphs that work, chapters that thrill.
But nothing gets done.
Perhaps thats why I'm so desperate to get fired - Too scared to quit, too terrified of committing myself.
Or not. I love the job, love the kids. Hate, HATE, The marking.
Ah well. All those scribbled notes in my planner. All those passages etched into my skull from so much refining, so much questioning, so many tried and rejected alternatives. All will be so useful come half term. I'm aiming for 5,000 words over the week. Quite modest I think, but I need it. It will keep me from going a touch mentalist.
Back to pretending to mark...