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Importance Of Academic Writing : Writing Experience In Metaphors

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Academic Writing: Writing Experience in Metaphors As someone who has done around six years of academic writing, I have written plenty of essays. Not enough to be an expert on essay writing, but enough that I can write about my experiences with it. I was more familiar with fiction writing and had written a few stories here and there. While academic writing was fairly new to me. It was like I was taken away from my natural habitat. I was used to sitting in my living room watching cartoons, but then one day I was dropped into the middle of the rain forest without a clue to do. What was I to do? Weep? I tried that a couple of times but that didn’t work. So what’s my first move? Trial and error? Make a fire? But the problem was, I didn’t know how to create a spark. I would sit for hours upon hours trying to spark something, but nothing would happen. Eventually I finally sparked a fire, but it was the lousiest fire I had ever seen but it was the best I could do at the time. That’s how my first essay went. Terrible. I wasn’t use to all these new rules I had to follow. I was used to not having boundaries on what I write and having a choice on what I write about. Without that choice I lacked passion. That passion I had for fiction writing drove me made me better. Without it I lacked a reason to write. As Craig Vetter, a journalist, puts it in his essay, “Bonehead Writing,” I was nothing but a ,“bonehead writer.” Later in that essay he explains,
All you lives, they’ve been reducing it to widgets and screws, clauses and semicolons…” When Vetter used this quote it spoke to me. I was reduced to someone who did nothing but followed the rules. Because I followed the rules so much my writing became flat and boring.
I had a hard time moving through the rainforest. But once I got used to it, more things started to come together. Once I had finally learned how to make a fire, my next step was to find shelter. When I was searching for shelter I wasn’t really searching for protection, but for a home. I needed a place to feel comfortable in. A place to grow. It was hard to find something like that in a place so foreign to me. Fiction writing was a home for me. It was something I found comfort in. In that home I had built, there

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