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My Writing A Master Piece Essay

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The comforting sound of the click-clack of the keys, the smell of freshly printed words, the crisp feeling of having finished writing a master piece. For some, the art of writing is a frightening feat that has the equivalent appeal of being water-boarded. If you would have told me five years ago that I would be forced to write a five-paged essay with the use of scholarly books as well as peer-reviewed articles, I would have silently wept tears of fear. My writing is something that has taken me years to evolve and continues to be a learning process. From a young age I had always done everything in my power to escape having to write. I felt as if I lacked some magical ability to connect. I feared that my readers would not be able to grasp my message. For some obscure reason I felt that I was not capable of reaching pass the margins of the page and into my reader’s minds. But if this class has taught me anything it is how to push past my own mind and enter a world of ambiguity, obscurity, and creativity.
When I was assigned to analyze my writing progress I could not help but feel that I had failed to evolve. I was continuing to make errors and my grades were only marginally increasing from paper to paper. The anxiety and fear that I had finally reached a point in my writing career where I had plateaued, haunted me. Nothing is worse then being stuck at a plateau. I can only equate it to the feeling of driving across a dessert and seeing the same speckled, dead sand for

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