Personal Writing : My Personal Experience In Writing

In “The Maker’s Eye,” the author, Donald Murray declares “A piece of writing is never finished. It is delivered to a deadline, torn out of the typewriter on demand, sent off with a sense of accomplishment and shame and pride and frustration. If only there were a couple more days, time for another run at it, perhaps then...”This is to say, writers are often sticklers and critical of themselves. Even if you have months to submit an assignment, it can feel like it's not enough because you're always tweaking and trying to do something better. But at some point, a deadline arises and have to turn in your writing, knowing it's your best work and you've done all you can do! Like me, most of the time that I run out of time trying to make a perfect

Because of this, it makes sense to clear my head rather than struggle with the paper. What I actually do to clear my head varies from listening to music, talking to friends, watching TV, or playing games, yet each activity allows me to get my mind off finishing an essay. For a little while, I’m able to go back to brainstorming while I have a little fun, and this makes the already-easy body paragraphs even easier.

When I sit to write, I have to think about what I want to say. This is not easy for me as I tend to think about several things at once. Clearing my mind and focusing on the writing task is a challenge in itself. I do not consider myself a strong writer and find it intimidating especially when I know it will be critiqued. The sense of failure when seeing the paper I worked so hard on look like the newest local headline of a recent murder is disheartening for me. I assume I am being overly critical of myself but those feelings seem to be redeemed when I look over the aftermath of what was my wonderful work of mental art.

Reflecting on my life as a means of deciding on a topic, one time period struck me as particularly important in terms of writing itself: my second year of second grade. Moving to Poway in 2007, the first class I was in was Mrs. Ramin’s 2-3 combo at Painted Rock. I had purple wire-rim glasses, a brown Hello Kitty tracksuit, two friends, and a hatred of writing. This was particularly unfortunate for young Analise, since Mrs. Ramin’s main focus was writing. She encouraged her students to write daily, setting aside 20-60 minutes each day for it. Although I hated it at first, my passion for creative writing grew as I turned my love for my sister and for Webkinz into tales of adventure and peril parallel to my then favorite series, Magic Tree House. I wrote, drew, and colored whatever my seven-year-old imagination spun for me. After that spark, the fire of writing died down to a smolder until eighth grade, when I wrote my first successful essay, “Flowers for Algernon: A Comparative Essay On How Two Versions of the Story are like

Those that write always have a writing process whether they know it or not. A writing process can be defined by the way an individual gears up for the project at hand. It can be as simple as finding a favorite chair to write in or the act of planning out the writing beforehand. My own personal writing process varies from task to task with a few constants. I generally start my writing process by first reconciling my project; figuring out the best way to express the needs of the work. I do not write down notes or an outline in regards to the project mostly relying on winging it so as not to get hung up on sticking to the outline. I will my best to knock out large chunks of the project before taking any breaks unless I hit a wall, and

The only way you can become better at doing something is simply by continuing to work on your craft. Whether it is a hobby, an interest, or a profession, if you don't keep working, then you will remain complacent. A year ago, I thought writing was one of those things where I would just be complacent in. Not because I didn’t wanted to work harder at it, but because I thought of writing as one of those skills that came natural to you, or you did not have it at all. I always wanted my writing to improve but never knew how.

An aspect that I often struggle with is proper punctuation. Truthfully, I do not know how to correctly use punctuation. When writing, I place punctuation by mimicking authors’ formats or by placing them where it feels right. This is present in all of my writing, but I am attempting to improve. Punctuation also plays a part in another weakness of mine, one that is most likely present within this essay. Since middle school, it was engrained in my mind that a good essay is a long essay, so I have a tendency for wordiness. To elongate an essay, I tend to add needless words and sentences. For example, in the rough draft of the Whole Process Essay, I added several unrelated occurrences to elongate the paragraphs. Although my essays were long and wordy, the professor commented on vagueness and unclearness within the whole process and practice essay. Sometimes, I disregard the fact that the reader might not know what it is I am writing about or the sentence makes perfect sense to me. The latter is the most common, I quickly read the sentence and it appears fine to me. Within the Whole Process Essay, another weakness was brought to my attention. I lack structure, a key element in effective writing. Within the same essay and a few others, I simply added what felt right, sometimes the result would be acceptable but in other instances, it was a long, jumbled mess.

Writing has never really been a passion I possess. I wouldn’t go as far to say I hate it, but, I wouldn’t want to say I love it either. For some, writing is a way to escape their own messed up worlds and creates a new, it’s exciting, adventures, and daring, but, to me, writing is such a tedious task that I as a person do not have the patience to withstand. I haven’t always disliked writing; I actually use to enjoy getting all my thoughts down on paper and coming out with my own little masterpiece my parents could hang on the fridge and boast about to their friends. The worst/best paper I ever had to write was in fifth grade; I had to describe my top three very best friends in five paragraphs or more, then let my elbow partner grade it on a scale from 1-6 ( six being the best.) I put my all into that paper; it was going to be my best paper yet.

2nd : We never have really enjoyed Writing . I Just try to maked the best of it when I was force to reduced it .It seems I have a tendency to force on the task . I enjoy doing most and turning away from the Difficult ones . I Feel if I take care of the ” essay stuff “I can get More done .

The writing process is, for me, a tedious procedure that requires a great deal of thought and proper planning. At one point I used to think that good writers were talented individuals who understood things like grammar and composition but over the years I've come to believe that good writers have patience. The kind of patience you would have to have when you're staring at a screen for ages, trying to put a few thousand sentences together and have it all mean something. In my eyes, writing is far from its own reward; it is a means to an end that can leave you irritated or angry. I would argue that those who enjoy writing are not doing it right, but I suppose we are all individuals with our own methods -- this is mine.

Living your life without making a difference in anything, isn’t really a life lived. In order to make positive contributions in the world and to feel that our life is valuable, we all need to decide on a direction. When we are in primary school, we are asked about what we want to be, when we grow up. Some kids answer that they want to be a firefighter, scientists, doctor, or an engineer but as we grow up, our interests start to change and they don’t stop changing. When I was young, I wanted to be a firefighter, because for me, putting out fires was an exciting thing to do.

I searched-looking left, right, and then back at my clock-repeatedly until I saw the rectangular piece of a paper held by an unfamiliar face that read “Mina Poppas”. I made eye contact with this unfamiliar person and approached cautiously. The unfamiliar face smiled slightly and asked if I was in fact, Mina Poppas. I replied with the nod of my head and quickly glanced downward avoiding further eye contact that would engage in more conversation. Despite my best efforts of minimal conversation with this unfamiliar face, he began to introduce himself as Mark. Mark mentioned that I had arrived early and the other kids were not there just yet. I had been sent to a four year boarding school extremely far from home by my parents due to

The prom was two nights later. It took place at the school. Alex waited for a Japanese girl wearing a white dress and a white masquerade mask. Eventually, she walked up to Alex.

All throughout my years of schooling, I’ve had just about, one paper that was about one page long, due every year. My papers never had to be more than one page in length. Therefore, I did not have to do much writing or do many essays. Surely not enough to remember any of the assignments. Writing has never been something I enjoyed doing, so I never bothered to many any memories of my writing experiences. I did not think it was necessary to remember any of them since I only had to do them to get a grade. The only writing experience I remember was the first assignment I had in this English 100 class about a writing experience. All week long, I sat there thinking about what to write about, but nothing came to mind as a topic. Then, one thing came to mind, but it was so very vague, I could not write the length that was needed for the assignment. I could only think of a few sentences to write for it. After sitting for a few moments longer, I thought, how about I write about how difficult it was for me to write this essay before it was due.

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s