The idea of writing has always fascinated me. Being able to understand another person’s thoughts, through words on a piece of paper, is a curious concept. From twenty-six letters in an alphabet, feelings can be expressed, emotions can be evoked, and fantasies can be told. That is what I have always loved about writing. From an early age, I thrived in the euphoric feeling I got when I could translate the stories in my head into a tangible thing. I can even remember my debut as a writer way back when I was in kindergarten. I was so proud of myself to be one of the chosen few that got to present their writing in front of an audience. At the time, it seemed like such a prestigious occasion. It gave me this false sense of confidence, that I was some type of writing prodigy. However, in actuality what I wrote went something like this, “I have a house. I like my house. It has a chair, a lamp, a sofa, a bed, a …show more content…
It was in third grade, and the assignment was to complete an “I Am” poem. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and spent time putting effort into each line. My teacher then proceeded to read it to the class, and it felt rewarding to be recognized for the work I put into it. Further down the road in my writing career, in sixth grade, my class was told to write a narrative. The catch was that the teacher gave no other instructions to follow. We had complete and utter freedom to write any type of narrative we wished. While this would seem like an easy task, I struggled with coming up with a solid idea. As I tried to come up with a plot for my story, I realized that I lost the creative, free-spirit as a writer that I had when I was younger. I became so accustomed to a certain way of writing, that I lost the whimsical touch that I previously had. Even though I wasn’t completely content with my final product, I learned a valuable lesson from the assignment and grew as a
Writing is a powerful tool for communication and connection. As an extension and expression of the mind, writing is as much about the mental processes of the author as it is about the final marks laid to paper. As we write, we hold in mind our own thoughts on the work, anticipate the reader’s thoughts, and think both in concrete and abstract ways in order to accomplish the task at hand. Whether an academic research paper, a novel, or text message to friends, writing seeks to engage, persuade, or impress concepts upon an audience. Like language and other art forms in general, the practice of writing is ever-evolving and is subject to cultural and contextual influence, expectations, and conventions. Each writer holds a theory
The ‘90s were a great time for technical people. No one cared about college degrees, as demand for competent labor was too high for employers to care about anything other than ability. After the burst of the dot-com bubble, however, things changed completely. One of those changes was my attitude toward completing my degree. Since the ads for jobs in my field had gone from saying “Associate degree preferred” to “Bachelor’s degree required, Master’s preferred,” it seemed that the time had come to finish what I had started. There
Writing is a key in everyday life, whether it is going unrecognized or not communication is largely dependent on writing rater then face to face relations. Growing up writing an essay or a story wasn’t always as important as sending that one text out to a friend. Many times instead of working on an assignment people tend to text, and write on social media instead. Although by doing this in the end, you are still writing, although for some it doesn’t count as that text maybe something they are passionate about unlike their assignment. The concept of writing then goes unacknowledged and isn’t looked at as a fun activity for many. This tends to happen after submitting assignments and not receiving the grade you may
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
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 had a frightening dream last night, I dreamed that I was walking high up on an old railroad trestle. It looked like the one I used to walk recklessly to. when I was about ten years old. At that height, my palms were sweating just as they did when I was a boy. I could see the ground out of the corners of my eyes, I felt a swooning, sickening sensation. Suddenly, I realized there were rats below, thousands upon thousands of rats. They knew I was up on the trestle. They were laughing because they were sure they would get me. Their teeth glinted in the moonlight. Their red eyes were like thousands of small reflectors that almost blinded my site. Sensing that there was something even more hideous behind me, I kept moving forward. Then I
Writing is the greatest method of forming connections between people. There are many ways to give your own thoughts and experiences to others, such as speech, music, and video, but writing in it’s many forms always falls on top of all of these. Writing can invoke the same emotion that music does, but also carry as much meaning, if not more, that verbal communication. Video may be able to provide an actual image, but this often does not compare to a well written work that incorporates not only sight, but all the senses.
I would constantly try to improve as a writer, incorporating as much practice as possible, I would spend my free time writing short stories. Most of my creative work received mixed reactions from family and friends. But no what the feedback was for my work, it only further fueled my desire to become a better writer. One day, I decided it was time to make my writing public instead of keeping my creative work confined in a binder, stashed somewhere at the back of my closet. The perfect opportunity to showcase my writing arose, when my middle school hosted a writing competition. I didn’t care much for the prize, I only wanted the praise and recognition of my work. The month before the creative pieces were due I immediately set off to work. I worked endlessly day and night into crafting what I thought what was my finest work yet, my masterpiece, it was Short story about how a young boy, who against all odds, thrives during a time of hardship and poverty. I put my very being into this story and devoted my time endlessly into perfecting it, even though I missed valuable class learning, much to the displeasure of my parents, but it would soon all be worth it. I was convinced I was going to win .Along came the competition day, I presented my work to the judges. After the presentations, I nervously anticipated the results in the gymnasium along with other hopeful writers, nevertheless I was confident in my victory. When the results were announced, I was downcast, my smile turned upside down. I didn’t even make it to the top ten spot. Tears formed in my eyes, and the pencil that was in my hand dropped to the ground. I wanted to crawl in a corner somewhere and bawl my eyes out that instant. Even though was clearly in a miserable mood and the failure of losing hit me like a truck, yet for some strange reason this defeat didn’t kill my love for writing, it instead only strengthened it. I
As a creative writer, I stand apart from the rest. When I was a child, I never found reading fun or an activity I would do on purpose. The thought of reading different combinations of phonetic symbols for hours on end didn’t sound like an ideal Saturday afternoon. I found excitement in creating stories and breathing life into characters, but not through the writing medium. As a child, like most writers, I wrote books. Except, I had an emphasis on the art quality rather than how words can manipulate a reader into feeling a specific sensation. When I reached middle school, I experienced a shift in my creative ideals. The words, along with the image, can be used to inflict a particular emotion. From now on, I prioritize the illustrations alongside the written word. Through my BFA in Creative Writing, I wish to learn how to manipulate words, with the combination of pictures, to express myself. By expressing myself,
I have always thought of writing as a way to express feelings and thoughts. A way that requires nothing but an idea in my head and a pen in my hand. But not until after taking this course; Childhood in Three Disciplines, that I actually realized that some writings need more than just ideas and pens. Some writings require thinking, planning, researching, and analyzing, and those were the kinds I got introduces to in this course.
When usually I’d be writing dozens of pages worth of research papers and document outlines, I wrote short-stories and novels that relaxed me as much as they gave me intrigue. Gradually writing became very therapeutic for me, succeeding in disarming my anxiety in ways I never thought possible. Never before had I been exposed to such limitless possibilities, and I grew to appreciate how writing let me dictate conditions which in the real world I had little to no control over. What’s more, I strongly feel that my writing is a great extension of myself, and the perfect representation of who I am as a person. Although it never ceases to amaze me, as I once thought it impossible, my writing has often succeeded in perfectly capturing every one of my individual qualities, everything ranging from my ADHD to my dark humor. At first, my writing was born purely out of necessity, as I strived to reach higher grades on my writing assignments and essays. And yet, even for this, writing was a source of joy and relief for me, a much needed escape for my opinions and
Writing is a way to express your feelings on paper, a laptop, or any means of composing any piece of literature. Maya Angelou once wrote, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Whether it be through a narrative, a poem, a song, or a research paper writing allows you to express a multitude of emotions. By putting my pencil to paper or my fingers to a keyboard, I was always able to construct amazing stories. Though I have always had a passion for writing due to my mother, the continuously stressful demands put on me by teachers influence the way I currently write.
As a child, I was always outspoken. I was the typical kid that questioned any and everything I encountered. Growing up in a Jamaican household, my mom and grandmother gave me the name ‘mout-a-massi’ which was patois (our english dialect) for blabber mouth. The people in my neighborhood at the time loved me. I was outgoing and always ready to lend a hand.
Going further into about my shyness and how I do not enjoy talking to people and would rather write than speak; I recognized how powerful writing could be. And how it’s my way of telling the truth and helps reveal an emotion that I can’t do with speaking. Expressing myself through writing, allows me to be more confident and more myself. Sometimes, I do this through a