In writing club today a student asked me to read the first couple of paragraphs of the story he is writing. He has an inviting writing voice, and whatever he starts, I usually want to read more. The problem is, he never finishes anything.
To be honest? I can totally relate; I'm not a big finisher either. And today, I made it even harder for him to continue. His character was in the car being driven away from his old home to his new with the radio playing. The three songs our young author mentioned in the segment were Losing my Religion, Midnight Train to Georgia, and Angie Baby.
"Interesting choice of music," I noted.
"I was listening to the oldies as I wrote," he said. My raised eyebrows encouraged him to edit. "I mean, the classics," he continued.
"Do you even know these songs?" I asked. "Angie Baby? Helen Reddy?"
"A-an-gie baby, you're a spe-eh-cial lady," he sang.
"Midnight Train?" I said.
"I love that one," he told me.
"Can you sing it with only the Pips' parts?" I asked him. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Try it! It's really hard," I said. "You think you know the song until you sing it like that." Fortunately, Mary had it on her phone, and I was able to demonstrate the challenge.
On the other hand, he wrote not another word before the bell.
To be honest? I can totally relate; I'm not a big finisher either. And today, I made it even harder for him to continue. His character was in the car being driven away from his old home to his new with the radio playing. The three songs our young author mentioned in the segment were Losing my Religion, Midnight Train to Georgia, and Angie Baby.
"Interesting choice of music," I noted.
"I was listening to the oldies as I wrote," he said. My raised eyebrows encouraged him to edit. "I mean, the classics," he continued.
"Do you even know these songs?" I asked. "Angie Baby? Helen Reddy?"
"A-an-gie baby, you're a spe-eh-cial lady," he sang.
"Midnight Train?" I said.
"I love that one," he told me.
"Can you sing it with only the Pips' parts?" I asked him. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Try it! It's really hard," I said. "You think you know the song until you sing it like that." Fortunately, Mary had it on her phone, and I was able to demonstrate the challenge.
On the other hand, he wrote not another word before the bell.
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