So the news is that my essay in Edutopia last October â€œThe New Face of Learningâ€ is a finalist for a â€œMaggieâ€ award which is given to the best writing and design in publications west of the Mississippi. I have to say itâ€™s pretty heady to be listed among work from seriously big name magazines like PC World, Mother Jones, Sierra and others. And for some reason, almost even moreso than writing the book, itâ€™s brought home that fact that I am, finally, the writer I always wondered if I could become.
While my lack of blogging of late has primarily been because of a crazy travel schedule and my desire to actually play with my kids when Iâ€™m home, itâ€™s also been because Iâ€™ve been trying hard to keep the promise that I set for writing outside of online community and try to get more of these ideas into print. Itâ€™s been a whirlwindâ€¦along with my new gig as a monthly columnist for Disctrict Administration magazine, Iâ€™ve written or co-written articles for Education Canada, Kappa Delta Pi Record, School Library Journal, Classroom Connect Newsletter, i.e., and a couple of others that I just canâ€™t think of right now.
Obviously, blogging has set the stage for most of this, not just in giving me something to write about for print but in giving me a vehicle for practicing the craft. Itâ€™s the most obvious pedagogy associated with blogs, the ability to consistently write for an audience. And itâ€™s the hundreds of thousands of words that I have put down in this space over the last six years that have trained my writing brain.
Now I know that simply by blogging I became that writer. I didnâ€™t need all that print stuff to happen to in some way punch my ticket. But there is a lingering piece of tradition in my frame of this that assigns validation to the traditionally published stuff. Itâ€™s one thing to have readers that consistently push my thinking on the blog, but itâ€™s still something different altogether when the â€œoutsideâ€ world can read it too.
So, here I am, living the writing life in many respects. Reading everything through the lens of a writer. In many ways living through that lens, because my life is fodder for the blog. I donâ€™t think I can express how different it is, and what a love/hate relationship I have with it at times. Itâ€™s amazing when the words flowâ€¦torture when they donâ€™t.
So whatâ€™s next? Well, I have an ideaâ€¦I just donâ€™t know if the step might be just a bit too high. It feels like Iâ€™ve broken through a couple of ceilings in all of this so farâ€¦the next one is staring me in the face. We’ll see…