Signs of Hope....

So my 5 year old daughter is learning to write. Here is what she put on a paper for me to read and try to make sense of:

Ragu the see rqu cat big don't go toes did out he yes win on me ready hat warm

Right out of Joyce, I thought; the good old stream of consciousness that no one uses anymore, but that I can bring back a bit. Plus no one really writes about blogs or online social networking or the big bushie spy computer.

and a name like McName...

Some day, probably not on here yet, I will describe how all this came about with NF--when I understand it and have time to reflect and for creative nonfiction.

Maybe she should not learn to write; what was the reason that Plato's Socrates said that? It becomes a lie when it becomes permanent. that transience.

Given the lie, then, what would it take to write a novel over break? Write a short version of my love story, assassination fix. No the comp teacher who analyzes all the language of a missing persons investigations but the scene?????

interesting idea but back to grading essays and putting in grades.