Essay On Becoming A Writer

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

Sniff* "Mommy...Sniff* Daddy..." The lupine cried out as he laid down inside the beaten up box, wishing for his parents until someone started to shake the box. "L-leave me alone..." He whimpered to the stranger until the shaking stopped and two white hands reached inside and lifted him out of the box. "Hey there... Don't fret little pup I'm a police officer. Why were you in that box? Where are your parents? A white tiger asked with a gentle voice to the frightened pup. Jade noticed the police uniform and tried hard to calm down but failed miserably. "T...T-they are....sniff* There gone! T-there with everyone and left me all alone!" The lupin cried out loud, unable to hold back his warm tears. His breaths could be seen in the cold night air.

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

It seems that every writer sat down and just stared at a blank sheet of paper or at a blank screen on their laptop. At that moment writers are trying to processes the materials in their head and trying to figure out how to start writing or typing a well organize essay. As one of those writers, I have trouble starting my essays, I prefer to be in a quiet area to process my thoughts, and before I start writing I prefer to make an outline to make my essay a lot easier.

As a student. I felt very uneasy before reading it knowing that the level of difficulty would be unimaginable. Though, within the “prequel,” I was already mesmerized by the beautiful writing and kept me captive. Read with an open mind! This Fleeting World also encourages and sets up a wide variety of debates and thought experiments. Which if read within a group of students would be very lively. Thus, audience is meant for those willing to learn big things in little time. Also adding graphics of maps, illustrations of tools and quotes that become more and more relevant the more is read. It’s even better to be able to read the chapter, look at the pictures and not be left with any questions visually. A great summer read for many. A piece made

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to be an author. I love the idea of creating different narratives for people to engulf themselves into while providing entertainment and valuable lessons. Of course, this also means that my parents hoard all of the embarrassing books I would write when I was a child in their computers. They call it cute; I call it humiliating-especially when most are about crushes I had in kindergarten...but I guess you have to start somewhere right?

Writing is one of the most important skills you can have in life. Being able to construct high-quality papers, among other things, is key. Not only to get a point across, but to accurately give information, or some just like to do it for fun. I write so that people can easily understand what the point is that I'm trying to get across. There are so many different forms of writing that people can utilize however they want to, whether it's for research purposes or for creative purposes. Being able to write well is a skill that can be utilized daily and can is very beneficial whether you have to write something for school, to write a resume and to type something up for a job.

When I was in sixth grade, I thought I was destined to become a journalist, or sports reporter. I was passionate about it, I loved doing it, and I loved having a teacher and parents that encouraged me to keep doing more of it. But, even though I had this great opportunity in my sixth-grade class, I would later have an experience in my middle school years that discouraged me from ever pursuing those dreams

What makes someone a writer? That question doesn’t have an exact answer to me. Everyone is a writer and can write about absolutely anything that comes to mind. That’s what makes writing fascinating. Writing is essential today because it not only explains things and tells stories but we do it every day. There are so many different things to write about and aspects that define the kind of writer a person is.

Writing, since I was a kid has been the essence of who I am and who I was. It fun, to look back. To notice all the little things, all the misspelled words and oddly phrased writings of the years before now. People change over time, they grow and become something that they never were before that very second. And over time all the little things, all the time spent doing this and all the time spent doing many other things just becomes history.

At the beginning of time, there existed one realm. In it there lived happiness and anguish, joy and pain, and success and failure. These emotions and characteristics were deep and rich. From this world emerged 2 beings, Masculum and Femina, born unto opposite sides in this vast world. The man was found among valleys and mountains, in a land of physical hardship and immense trials of strength and agility. He was forced to be strong in body, and aggressive, as wild animals and plant life sought to destroy him to eradicate his superior form. The woman was born in a land among clever serpentine creatures, foraging beasts, and changing landscapes that required quick thinking. Thus, the attributes of men and women were formed.

I’m a sophomore student who studies in W. P. Carey School of Business with the communication major. It’s quite tough for me to adjust the different languages and cultures in ASU, but I survived. The Simpsons encourages me to learn and feel the American culture. Although it’s just an animated sitcom, it does reflect Americans’ lives in some ways. That’s my only selfie in recent years, I’m a selfie-hater. (I’m the one who wore a silly glasses, and the beauty next to me is my mentor Alisa. Many people say it’s a mistake to take a picture with a beauty like my mentor, but I don’t care.)

To me, creativity is expressing your innermost thoughts into something everyone can see, hear, and/or understand. For me, I show my creative side in my personal writing and drawing. I enjoy writing my own stories for people to enjoy them. I will, on occasion, will pick up a pencil and paper and just draw an image of my liking. I understand that my artistic skills in drawing and writing may not be advanced, but I do not let other people push down my ability to express my thoughts. I have a plan for my writing. I want it to be something people will look at. I do not care whether or not the story is officially published and put into a physical book. I only care about my writing as a part of me and my life. I may be a math professor or an accountant