After last week’s rambling post about, well, me I suppose, I’m going to try and rein myself in a little today.
Although the post is going to be about me again.
It’s my blog, I can write about me as much as I like.
Will there still be anybody here to read it? I don’t know.
Whether you live in the UK, or the US, or elsewhere, I’m sure you’re aware that there is this thing called Brexit happening right now. It’s doing my head in, to be honest. It’s distracting me, not just from my work but from my life.
So, instead of getting all political and starting to rant, let me tell you that I visited a school on Tuesday morning, and spoke at the assembly followed by running four mini creative writing workshops with the different year groups.
And I had the best time ever.
I varied the activities I ran with each group, but the basic plan was similar: a warm up exercise followed by a main writing exercise and then giving two or three pupils the opportunity to stand at the front and read their stories out to the rest of us.
One girl wrote a gruesome tale about Blackbeard and his pirates hiding behind a secret panel on their ship as a siren attempted to lure them onto the rocks where they would crash. I can’t remember how it happened now, but the story finished with Blackbeard getting shot in the head and his brains exploding all over the deck of his ship.
Another student wrote about a special pair of glasses through which he could see a ghost. But when he took them off, even though he couldn’t see the ghost anymore, he knew it was still there!
I told him I’m pinching that idea.
One boy approached me at the end of a session and told me he hadn’t wanted to read his story out in front of all his class friends, but could he read it to me? So I bowed my head and stood and listened while he read his story to me and when he had finished we both looked up and there were a couple of his friends who’d listened to the story too.
And immediately told him how much they loved it.
At lunchtime I stayed behind to sell a few books, and some of the children hung around so they could chat with me about their favourite books, and about reading in general.
Days like this are the best. I feel alive and I feel connected and I feel like I am part of something bigger, something with value.
I’m feeling all tingly just thinking about it now.
And today I had an email from a teacher at the school, telling me the children are asking when I am going back to visit them again.
Yes, I’m smiling about that as well.
I was going to tell you more. I was going to tell you a story I related to the pupils in assembly about how I struggled to read when I was at primary school, and that my earliest memories of school were of being made to sit at the back of the class where the teacher could forget about me.
But I’ve decided I’m not going to talk about that today.
Because, even despite Brexit, I’m actually feeling very good right now.
Positive and happy, and aware that it’s great when we can connect with other people, especially young people.
And that lovely things can happen in those moments of connection.
That we are at our best when we give something of ourselves and share it with others.
Anyway, here’s a cute picture of a kitten and a puppy.
I hope it makes you smile.
Yes, that lovely donate button is back again.
As always, I am simply putting this here for you to make up your own mind. You never know, if you donate the cost of a cup of coffee to me it might even make you smile.
I know it will make me smile.
Whatever you decide, try and smile anyway.