In longhand.
In a notebook.
In several different colors of inkpen.
For a couple of paragraphs, in magic marker.
Over the course of weeks.
Sitting in the back of the room during Story Time.
Sitting on a stool next to the Grapevine Climber at the Wonderlab.
Sitting on a quiet section of the bleachers, away from all the other parents and all the action, at the girls' homeschool Valentine's Day party.
One page at a time, sometimes one paragraph at a time, sometimes one sentence at a time.
Sometimes not even that much.
In a way that looks like this:
It may not look like much, but it's excellent. And I'll tell you what--following my girls around while I write, asking them to hold on for a minute before they speak so that I can finish my thought, stopping in mid-sentence when I'm called away so that I'll know exactly how to begin again when I have time, putting the period on a final sentence and then startling the child playing next to me by exclaiming, "Finished!"?
Really, there's nothing that beats it.
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