Sharyn Flack: Wife, Mother, Teacher, Frustrated Writer, Occasional Artist

Welcome to my space

Searching for inspiration, creative writing resources that engage, entertain, and give students a voice.

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I have dreamt of this moment, for some time. There was always an excuse, teaching work came my way. A creative folly to complete? My frustration grew. Relief teaching presented me with few opportunities to indulge in my passion, teaching writing. A dream deferred, my dream deferred. I was fearful that my dream would ‘dry up like a raisin in the sun”. Langston Hughes poem, A Dream Deferred paraphrases my fears perfectly.

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over

Like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

I’ve grabbed the bull by the horns, hopefully with time; I’ll make this dream explode!

Let me share a brief insight into what I value and what inspires me. Creativity, perseverance, determination and individuality. I’m passionate about writing.

I like creating beautiful things, making people smile, solving mathematical problems, being a mother and a wife, colourful clothes, comfortable shoes, open spaces.

I don’t like lazy people who want everything and do nothing towards it, mushroom sauce, sad stories, arrogance and people who have forgotten how to smile.

I wish I had magical powers. I would have free time every week to doodle, to dabble, to be me. I would climb rainbows, walk on water and tumble safely down waterfalls. I would have a pantry stocked with every imaginable ingredient. I would haunt my garden at dusk, welcome the moreporks, read scintillating texts, wake at sunrise, lie in the long grass, take an early morning stroll on the beach and cook eggs for breakfast every day.

Why do I write? It gives me a voice. I can tell lies, without consequences, become prudent Polly Pearson, horn rimmed glasses perched on the tip of my perky nose. Or dodgy Danny Delanie, my unruly fringe, hides cold, blue emotionless eyes. Record a message from the heart. Writing is a transferable skill! That is why I write.

The philosophies and strategies that I discuss, are my own and not necessarily supported by others. As a reflective practitioner they were developed to suit the needs of my students. I reserve the right to modify my practice at will.

Many of the ideas shared on this site have been inspired by others. I will endeavour to acknowledge them. When sharing student’s writing in class we should acknowledge the author, when sharing my exemplars please repay me, by doing the same.

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