It’s been a busy one and hey it’s 8:32. I need to write and get to the shower… guitar in one hour and ugh, I didn’t play much this week. I hate to be unprepared.
But what I really want to write about for this slice is my commenting experience. Ruth and Stacey motivated us to focus more on commenting at just the right time in the marathon. I was ready for it. I have been commenting regularly, but it’s overwhelming to decide on who to click on. I have my regulars, slicers from our ongoing community, some still with me from the first March Marathon, 6 years ago. But then I want to welcome and support newbies and slicers I don’t know well. But until Friday night I was not in a groove.
I think the snow storm here on the east coast slowed things down. I was busy in the world of Google Hangout preparing for my Saturday Keynote and conference work for next week, but I did make time to click around as slicers posted for the day as well. And Saturday, Sunday… as my keynote came and went well…my movie date with Mihael came and went… I had that pocket of time to click around.
I read lots of Slices… sorry, I lost track of just how many. I confess, I love shorter slices and I love slices with images… lots of happy slices with coffee mugs and sharing the pleasures of time to breathe.
I’d be on a roll, one slice, another… rockin’ along…and then there would be one that would sneak up on me, maybe start on a light note but quickly shift to something very serious, heartbreaking at times and as I would finish, I was stopped in my rhythm. I did not have the words to adequately respond.
I remember in the early days of our writing project site, when I was working with a group of teachers who were just starting to experiment with blogging- sharing their writing publicly and writing comments. One teacher, frustrated, was at a loss. She couldn’t. She had too much to say and didn’t buy into the virtual world. ”Why can’t we just share feedback face-to-face? Linda’s sitting right in front of me.” I rolled my eyes at the time and “gently” pushed her to try it without giving up the real world and reluctantly she did.
Now I’m feeling like a comment, one of my short, positive bravos! was just not enough. Words weren’t enough. I wanted, need the face-to-face. But of course, all we have our our words and somehow I found some, but yes, this commenting can be challenging.
I have broken through and I am in the commenting groove, so get ready, here I come