100 Word Essay

A Writer With Kids In Virtual School During a Pandemic

I never realized how many words I would have to spell.  I have so many words that live inside of me, swirling until they convalesce into sentences.  I dream in words, beautiful symphonies of letters ordered to create something profound.  Yet, spelling them is probably what I do the most.  Random words, on the fly, as children’s brains are also full of letters that turn into words.  Words that grow into sentences.  Sentences that don’t always make sense, but the words need to be spelt anyway and that is my job. 

Until the house is quiet and I am alone.

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