How is it I have started so many posts (33 to be exact), but have published so few? It still involves taking a big risk to push that “publish” button. So much effort has been put into trying to get me to see myself as a writer. After four intense weeks, I know I’m suppose to say I’m a writer. I believe it is what my audience wants to hear. I truly believe that my kids are writers. Yet, if I go by my own definition, I’ll never be a writer. That would be an insult to the profession! However, I am a communicator of ideas. If we stick to Merriam-Webster’s definition of “one that writes”; then, yes, I am a writer.
Past practice indicates that the blog stops here. My final project, an e-portfolio, is turned in. When I look back at blogs from past Summer Institutes, few have continued the practice. I wonder why? Do they consider themselves to be writers? I have good intentions to continue to write. I certainly have enough ideas to work on. Who knows? Maybe I’ll whittle away some of the 21 that remain unpublished.