On Track

My hands!

Her expression of fatigue leaps across the room

I can’t help but chuckle, and also feel proud of the hard work that’s going on.

K, are you okay?

I WANT TO WRITE!

but MY HANDS ARE SO TIRED!

It’s a quiet afternoon, we’re hard at work on our narrative on-demands. Quiet piano streams as the sunlit shadows and natural light permeate the space. I’m tired today, but it’s a mellow way for us to end the afternoon.

This group knows they’re writers, honing their craft and telling their stories. Their behaviour tells this story, as they work their hardest to emulate the mentor texts we’ve been exploring.

And as I share these slices with them, they see, in living print, proof of our mantra, that

only one person can tell your stories

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