In my notebook, there are my scribbles, my doodles, my words.
Pages and pages full of gold, full of fluff, full of MY ‘stuff’!
This mentor text. Those seeds. That golden line.
My whole world, framed in lines.
But what do I do with it all?
Do I dare share?
My thoughts. My dreams.
It may not be at all what it seems.
I am a writer.
I am a teacher.
I am a teacher-writer.
I am not JUST a teacher of writing.