My Writing: A Career As A Writer

From a young age, I have always been taught to understand the value of education and learning. Reading and writing have been emphasized to me as tools for success, that should always be constantly improved, for as long as I can remember.

Throughout my experiences as a writer, I would say the issue I have faced the most is being well-organized. While writing essays I can begin to write on a topic but it gets difficult for me as I start to discuss or argue on my topic which can cause confusion to readers as they read my writings. It is a setback that I have adapted into my style of writing and has needed improvement in order to have a strong structured foundation academically. Over the past years as I encountered different perspectives from teachers that have led me to incorporate their style of writing that I have adjust to my own. Though I may have my difficulties, my ideas can be great but the lack of knowledge I have organizing my paper it has created a foundation that is not

Within the past eight weeks, I have realized my strengths and weaknesses within the writing process. I have realized that I do not utilize the first step within the writing process of prewriting. However, for the drafting, revising, and polishing steps of the writing process, I am very familiar and use additional resources to strengthen the writing assignment. I create multiple drafts, which includes revising and polishing in each step. Therefore, I use all three of these steps in multiple drafts as I reach the final product for

As far as the skills acquired from the course and its applicability to my field of study, I feel that the overall increases writing effectiveness, methods of persuasion, and creative writing could be very advantageous in my pursuit in marketing and 3d modeling. With these skills, I will be able to pitch ideas more effectively. As a writer in general, I hope to improve my use of voice to make my writing more personalized as well as cathartic.

One of my dream was a writer. I enjoyed the writing since when I was young. I just wanted to challenge for my work and never thought I was selected because I wasn't confident of my writing. After I got this award, I felt more confident and had pride of my self for writing.

I'm Portuguese, born and raised, and have studied the English language for more than 18 years, having great experience as a writer, including blogging, copywriting, technical writing, and ghostwriting.

When I was four years old, I received a special gift, a simple wooden number two pencil, and with this pencil I was to use it for writing something personal, my name. The feeling of holding a pencil for the first time, was a strange sensation, although it felt familiar, it felt as if all the pressure on my hand was being focused into this tiny stick. I used the motion of my hands to guide the pencil onto the slick smoothness of the paper to create a series of intricate patterns; I managed to scribble out a pattern that was special to me, my name “Aisha”. I felt proud of myself, never mind the fact that if you were to look at the page I wrote my name on you would have barely managed to make coherent sense out of my attempted writing, but none

I’m a sophomore student who studies in W. P. Carey School of Business with the communication major. It’s quite tough for me to adjust the different languages and cultures in ASU, but I survived. The Simpsons encourages me to learn and feel the American culture. Although it’s just an animated sitcom, it does reflect Americans’ lives in some ways. That’s my only selfie in recent years, I’m a selfie-hater. (I’m the one who wore a silly glasses, and the beauty next to me is my mentor Alisa. Many people say it’s a mistake to take a picture with a beauty like my mentor, but I don’t care.)

I have always wanted to work as a professional writer for the Web's leading provider of academic papers for students and generalized freelance writing for all comers. My diploma helped me to develop crucial skills necessary for writing professionally.

When lunch period came around, I stepped out of my previous classroom and started walking towards the cafeteria to look for Niall. I turned the corner stepping towards the cafeteria entrance when I feel a strong grip tug on my arm. I turn my head in time to see a closed door. I smell the faint cologne I've grown to feel nervous around.

Here I am a freshman in college trying to figure out how to write about my writing journey. Currently trying to overcome writer's block, to try write about my writing journey, but trying to figure out what to say. Hoping to figure out a creative way to put it into words. Due to writer’s block, nothing is coming to mind on how to put to say what I mean, wishing for a flow of creativity to happen. Elizabeth Gilbert is an American author who wrote the popular book, Eat, Pray, Love, in her TED Talk, “Your elusive creative genius” which talks about creativity and how creativity makes someone a genius, in one part of the video she talks about Ruth Stone, a famous American poet, she says that Ruth would be working on her land but would feel a poem come to her. As Gilbert puts it, “she would see and hear a poem, coming at her from over the landscape.” (Gilbert 10:24-10:30) Well, here I am waiting for some type of creative flow to come over me to finish this paper.

This paper investigates the life and writing career of British J.M. Barrie. He was a great British author who gained success rapidly. This essay elaborates on the story behind his famous play Peter Pan; the true influence and reasons why he wrote it. The writing style of J.M. barrie is spread through different types of genres. Reviews and criticism of the play were very positive back then and are still very positive now for Peter Pan. Audiences from all over the world still adore this play. Today, it still has a major impact on society, great movies are still being produced of Peter Pan. Sequels of Peter Pan have also been made into movies. The legacy in which he left behind is astonishing.

The lifeless grey walls affect me right away, making my stomach turn. I continue to walk around the corner, feeling a slight pulse in my ears. “ Have a seat here. “ the officer points to the end stool near the white painted wall. I drag my feet as I walk to the sit stool that connects to the dividing wall, and face the glass. On the other side of the glass is a empty chair that will soon to be filled with many things. “ Remember that I can hear your conversation. “ the officer looked me cold into the eyes, I nodded my head and tried to not show that my hands are shaking.

I’m sure my mouth is doing a perfect imitation of a fish as I stand staring at him. What is he doing here?! His jade eyes seem to almost shine in the evening light, his hair caught in the faint rays of sunlight left, a small smile on his face. What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond.

I was sitting in psychology class, it was such an incredibly average day, that the entire morning of it is gone from my memory. My desk sat second in the column, the fifth and furthest row from the door. The movie Sybil wrapping up on the screen off to the side of me. We all sat in the general sleepy fog as the lights switched back on, putting the room back into normal academic mode. My eyes shot around the room, spending a second to scan all the cheesy teacher posters and quotes from Freud that hung on the walls. I yawned as my eyes zoned out, hearing bits and pieces of my peers comment on the film, asking around for the open ended answers that came with the film. Students clamoring forming into a jumbled mess as I looked over the sheet