The Importance Of Narrative Writing

My earliest experience with writing was my learning period that formed not only my style of writing but how I studied and the ability to apply words and concepts into a structured format. The process at first was difficult because it was my first time being exposed to structured writing which caused me to put it off until the last minute or lose interest in the topic I was writing about. The rowdy classroom was eager to release near the end of the day, but we knew we had to face one of the more uninteresting subjects of the day: middle school English.The teacher thoroughly explained our assignment which made each one of us cringe. The class finally initiated work mode and I was clueless. I would start to make progress but would be constantly

I’m Katlynn Hauber. I have three sisters, two brothers, and two wonderful parents who support me in every way possible. My hobbies include FFA, working at a daycare, reading, and writing. I do FFA because I love agriculture, I do daycare because I love playing with kids. I read and write because it’s easy….well I think. What does writing mean? More importantly, what does good writing mean? Well to me, good writing means the story has to have a purpose. If the writer doesn’t have a purpose then why are they writing? It’s like if John Lennon’s hit song “Imagine” did not have meaning would people still be affected the same way they were when they first heard it, I think not. That is why I am taking this class to make sure my writing motivates

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 months ago, I started this class to develop my writing skills. Now, I can say that I have learned many things. I enjoyed writing about fairytales and stories. It was exciting to refresh my memory with childhood’s fairytales. My biggest fear was the grammar mistakes; however, through this class, I had the chance to overcome that fear and be more accurate. To be a good writer, you have to love writing first. Writing about fairytales gave me a chance to write my own short story. The best things that I have improved during this class were grammar and vocabulary. Also, I learned how to be creative with my writing.

My experience with writing has been one filled with . When I first began writing I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I liked that I could express all of my opinions and feelings on a sheet of paper, but as I begin to grow older my interest in writing has significantly decreased. I do not like it as much because when writing there are so many rules and factors that I have to take into consideration. Presently, I have a love-hate relationship with writing. The only time I love writing is when it is an interesting topic. When I am given an interesting topic to write about I could write pages and pages about it. For instance, when I was told to choose a subject and write an essay about that topic I wrote a 5 paged essay about the murders of Nicole

My mother always told me that if I wanted to be a proficient writer, then I would have to first be a proficient reader. Looking backwards at a childhood full of all sorts of warm memories and events, writing was something I always wanted to excel at. I immediately think of one of the first times I was able to comprehend literature, for instance, which was when I was seven years old. My mother would read to me out of the classic Dr. Seuss books and my expression was similar to that of other children my age, in total awe at how amazing it was to listen to the words and actually understand what the words meant by identifying them with the pictures drawn in the script.

I gathered the Information and skills to learn this by writing a lot and always asking someone else their opinion or how to do it if I didn’t know it.

Although I’ve had quite a bit experience with writing classes because most Broward College classes are writing classes, I’ve never enjoyed them, writing isn’t really my thing. As soon as class is over I tend brain dump everything. My first writing class at Broward College was an English class that mainly helped with grammar and how to set up an essay. Some of the classes I took at Broward College were better than others. I took a geography class that was a writing class, but the writing consisted of was answering a few questions about videos I watched, in fact most of the classes taken that were not English classes consisted of this. English classes did actually help me in understanding how an essay should be written, but it did not actually

I found much value in this week’s narrative writing assignment. Through text reading and the additional provisional resources, I acquired many tools that will be useful in my writing going forth. As a result, I can readily see the benefits of utilizing the tools provided in the lessons.

Most of us at one point in our life or another have had a friend in which writing comes easy. They can write anything from a personal narrative to a research paper with no issues. However this is not the cause for most of us, we worry and stress about getting a good grade or even how to format our papers. This is writing anxiety, and it can cause some major road blocks, when it comes to getting the results we want. I hate writing and have since I was younger. I had to take English as a second language when I started school not because it was my second language but because I am dyslexic and it prevented me from reading almost at all and severely limited my writing skills. I was finally able to overcome most of my issue by the time I turned

Welcome to my first shared story, if you enjoy comment, if not comment. I just want to become a better writer, and since sci-fi isn't usually my cup of tea i was planning on writing another story but a high fantasy either in a full on spell arrangement or enhancement like magic type thing.

"Why did you not heal yourself?" he asked, knowing full well that one of the perks for being a witch of the west was that water could heal almost any of her ailments. He was displeased to see that her translucent skin magnified the dark circles under her eyes.

"No," Dean spits again. Unconsciously he grips his right forearm, scraping his thumbnail over the flesh. "Fuck, no. We been over this, Cas. Gonna find another way."

After roaming around for hours trying to find the treasure, Vivian finally led the group into the bat infested cave.

“I’m fine, it’s okay.” I answer. It’s not. I’m not okay. I’ve been “released”, as General Tre would call it, on medical terms. No more army, no more fighting, no more justice. Normally I’d be happy, but under the circumstances given, it’s completely different.