Personal Essay On My Autobiography Of A Writer

Everyone knows what writing is to one extent or another, but we all have different definitions of how it should be done and varying degrees of seriousness about the art. We all have a process of writing, but each is unique to ourselves and our own experiences. Annie Dillard and Stephen King are two well known authors who have published many pieces, two of which describe how they view the writing process and let their readers get a peek of what goes on through their minds when they write. These two pieces are Dillard’s The Writing Life and King’s “What Writing Is.”

My relationship with writing could have culminated into three words; fear, quality, and of course no relationship is complete without excitement. Like any new relationship, emotions can determine the success or demise of the relationship. These emotions all work to the betterment of the writer and the writing relationship, each emotion feeding ever so slightly off one another. Exploring these writing relations reveal the truth where my writing relationship is concerned.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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,

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.

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

     From a very young age, writing has been a passion of mine. Through writing I have developed an

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

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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