Personal Narrative - Original Writing - My Mind Was Interrupted By Soft Words

When it comes to my current writing process, I would admit that I am a bit old-fashioned. I have found that I have a harder time focusing--especially on writing--when I am at a computer. So I prefer to write out my first draft on paper and then eventually transfer it to the computer. I believe that most of my failed writing endeavors have resulted from my use of word-processing programs. Word-processing programs identify mistakes you have made as soon as you have made them, and I have a tendency to stop writing in order to correct those mistakes as soon as they happen. This results in me losing my focus on what I wanted to write about, and ultimately dissuades me from wanting to write more.

I have always struggled with my writing assignments. If I had the option not to write I would take that option with no hesitation. I truly dreaded it, when we have to type essays. Now, I have been into two English classes where I have felt a little more comfortable in being able to write something without being so embarrassed or ashamed in what I’m about to turn it. I still feel horrible about my spelling and grammar.

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

When I was 3 years old, just 19 months after my sister was born, we went on a trip to Florida. We had to wake up at about 3:00 a.m. ,because it takes us an hour to get are luggage in the truck and to get everyone up and dressed. Our truck was a black Suburban. It took an hour and a half to get the airport, an hour or two to get our 3 bags of luggage on the plane,to get breakfast,to get coffee for my Mom, Dad, Nana Pat, and, Papa Daryl. Finally, we got a security check for all of us.

Serenity was shouting in the background, she had figured it out too and wouldn't stop rambling. "Oh my god does that mean... They all... Rocky is in a band? Omg I bet he can sing too. That's so hot..." She continued rambling while Ross explained about their

How long was I going to continue to ignore the fact that I desperately needed help with my writing? Reflecting back even in high school it seems I’ve always had the same problems when it came to my writing. Maybe it was the fact that I was too lazy to take the extra time out to write out a rough draft, unless of course it counted towards my grade, or maybe it was the fact that I never paid attention to my grammar because I was always rushing. Either way it goes once I got to college I realized I wasn’t going to be able to skate by with just putting my initial ideas on paper and turning them in, if I really wanted to get a good grade I would have to work for it.

This is the 25 minute writing challenge, where I’m not allowed to use the backspace button on my keyboard or edit what I’m typing. There are probably going to be many typos in this small paper, but that’s apart of the challenge as I can't edit anything. I honestly have no clue what to write about, but atleast I’m 3 minutes in right now.

One of my strong points in writing is coming up with ideas and knowing how to get started on a paper. I guess you can say I am a free writer. Whatever in my head ends up on paper and I could write about a lot of things that matters to me or upsets me and feel passion when writing it down, but there also a weakness that I can’t overcome because my inner critic come along with it. Which makes me completely change and overshadow my own writing. I have a problem with revising and not being able to see the flaws in my writing, but that’s not it. I overpower one topic with another one in other words I would mash up two topics that is the exact opposite of each other which contradict my whole paper. The other problem is shorting up a sentence as well

As I read the comments on my Instagram post, I laugh. I had posted a picture from when I was little, so of course, my friends had to make sarcastic comments on it. While I was reading them I noticed words like “lol”, “tho”, and “bc”. I was five in the picture and I was not taught to write like that. No one was. We were taught to read beyond our level, write grammatically correct, spell right, and speak clearly. Well at least that was what my sister, Riley, taught me when we turned her bedroom into a classroom and played school. Riley is two years ahead of me in school. When she would come home, she would teach me what she learned that day. I loved playing school and it gave me an appreciation for reading and writing because we did it for fun. This also allowed me to strive for more than average since she was teaching me things the others wouldn’t learn for a couple of years.

Writing for me is plain and simple, I rush forward through any ideas or questions that may cross my mind. The item that matches a description like this is a tank, and this is because I have a tendency to run through things and crush walls. An example of this would be that whenever I have any form of writer's block, I am able to push straight forward without hesitation. Other barriers such as questions, or my need to possibly rethink my writing is not considered until it has been finished. The cannon of the tank is something I relate to particularly well. I have also formed the habit of thinking ahead as to destroy future barriers like a missile being fired into opposing objects. It also has the use destroying any enemies, or when it comes to

I improved as a writer this semester because I became better at composing sentences. I improved not only my grammar but also the content of the sentences and how I articulate my ideas. This portfolio represents an accurate picture of me as a writer, because it shows how I write in an academic setting and the subjects I love. This is apparent in the choices that I made in my selection of writings. However, it could better represent my progress if I had included my scores and comments from all of my assignments. Though, I do believe that this portfolio showcases my progress this semester.

My experience with writing has been very up and down because I have a hard time focusing on the topic. I would say that’s something I need to honestly work on because my attitude is if I'm not into it then I'm not doing it simple. Some of my past teachers in high school said that I could write but I honestly don’t know about now. I'll admit that I've gotten lazy in the sense that if I'm not into the work then I'll just pass it with a D or just retake it. I need to get out of that and just suck it up and get it over and done with.

Three sentences. That was all that my kindergarten teacher required me to write. “Class, your homework is to write at least three sentences about something that you enjoy,” she said, as she handed each of us a writing journal. Every night, the writing topic she assigned would change. Later on in the school year, my classmates and I would make up our own topics. We would use our imaginations to write whatever pleased us. I fell deeper and deeper in love with writing. Throughout elementary school, I read many different books. Each book had a different author with a different writing style for me to enjoy. I, too, developed my own writing style. By junior high, I had won a few writing awards, and I had written some short stories that I shared with my friends. Even as a freshman in high school, I still enjoy writing.

On a cold chilly day in October, something was discovered. Something different, something unique, something that would change the world forever. This discovery was made by me and it was amazing. I was walking my dog Bitsy on a trail one day when I came across something sticking up in the ground. I had never seen it before in my life and I was curious. It almost looked like a tree but it wasn’t. I then whipped out my phone and searched every possible thing it might be and found nothing. “A tarrack” I said that’s what I shall call it. I picked it up and put it in my pocket and continued to walk Bitsy.

The small voice still bothered me for about an hour. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get rid of it. It seems like that was useless. I sat up, ruffling my hair, pondering why the small voice is telling to run so badly? I threw the blanket and swung my legs over to the side, touching the dark oak floors. I’ll just waste my night reading. Maybe that will ease my mind. Close to grabbing my backpack, I was startled by a voice sounding like Takashi, screaming like a bloody murder scream. Immediately, I rush down the small hallway to their room, slamming their door wide open.