Ever since I was an even littler child, I have always found a way to cope with the world, in happiness, sadness, and anger, through writing and reading. Growing up in a difficult position, it was considered amazing to have an outlet for when things got especially tough. I would read until my eyes became blurry of exhaustion and write until my right ring finger bore the blister of a determined kid- writer. My reading mainly consisted of books above the level of an elementary student and, to this day, always remains higher than average. However, obstacles have risen to claim my steady concentration and it’s quite difficult not to imagine elephants eating skittles or something of the liking whilst reading any select novel. My writing, under the influence of everything I’ve ever read, is the fire behind my eyes. Take away my writing utensils and you remove who I am. My works are an array of plenty subjects and styles; science fiction, songs, horror, poetry, romance, and humorous stories. As far back as I can remember, I have always written. In order to understand why I am such an avid writer, it is crucial to understand portions of my background. Growing up, words either failed to matter or were put to harsh uses. Therefore, I developed a passion for giving life to each fictional scenario through pen upon paper. My primary style took the form of lyrics in nonsensical songs about the breakups I never had. As I got older, they began to transform into songs based solely on my
I’m not a notable writer, nor have I really wanted to join the writing industry. However, I have been interested in other people’s writing. From their deep meanings, content, and different formats/styles. It’s a wondrous creation made from within our imagination and experiences. It has inspired me to write too. I’ve been writing most of my life that it has become a necessity. And now from my past experiences with writing, I try my best to improve my skills as a writer for the future.
Why do I like writing so much? It could be the way the words play in my mind like a movie or the way the characters shape themselves in my head. It could be how I react to the character’s death the same way an audience reacts in a play. It could be how it takes me sometimes hours to come up with one line, but one line that is perfect. A writer is like an artist to a painting or the director of a movie except without the paintbrush or video camera. Writing takes me somewhere else; sometimes it’s a beach or a bench at a park. After hours of brainstorming, writing and editing I feel pride flow through my
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.
Growing up, reading and writing were always a pleasurable experience for me. As a little girl, my mother and grandmother would both tell me stories that they had once been told when they were children in their native country of Cuba. Although the stories they told me weren’t being narrated directly from a book, they motivated me to read some stories on my own. So I began requesting books and taking trips to the library. Those stories inspired me to begin writing and so by the age of 8, I picked up a pencil and embarked on my composing journey. I had countless journals throughout the years and even began writing short stories and poems. My father was the one that encouraged me most when it came to my writing as he genuinely believed I was talented.
Writing has been an outlet for me, and has allowed me to express my passions, guided me along a trying time in my life, and has forced me to acknowledge that I can’t let a disease define who I am, and moreover has pushed me to discover that I’m a passionate young man
Writing has always been a passion of mine. As athleticism has never been my forte in a county who’s only focused seemed to be on sports, my mind would often wander to distant lands of the famous pop stars from my childhood, fairy tale creatures, and even Pokémon; even today, I often discover my mind drifting towards foreign, imaginary lands. I write to keep my mind busy.
I remember the beginning of my newly found interest was like a fresh of breath air; original, I know. I spent endless hours writing, and writing about whatever it may be that came to mind. It was an addiction that costed my sleep and meals. What began as a hobby to satisfy my loud mind became daily scribbles on a notebook whenever an idea popped up during class. I am as proud as proud can be of my writing alter ego because it was something that manifested when I sought out to find something in me. It’s mine, purely me in every word. Amateur I may be, but this fiery passion that burns in me every single day is what keeps me going.
Like most people, my love for writing grew from my love for reading. As a kid, I read everything I could; newspapers, flyers, ingredients on tin food wrappers to tattered comics from street vendors. I kept reading, and my appetite for the written word grew leaps and bounds with every passing year, but it never occurred to me that I could write, I did not write anything of significance until I reached college, until I stumbled upon online blogs, and thriving online forums.
Even before high school, I had written several poems and short stories of varying genres and lengths. However, I became serious about creative writing in the tenth grade when I endeavored to write a novel. I finished the framework of that novel and since then have decided to revamp it. In addition to that work, I have authored the beginnings of a second novel, over thirty poems, and fifteen stories, both short and long. Currently, writing is a hobby, but in the long run, I aspire for my writing to be a means by which to extend my reach in the medical field and to expand my
Writing is not an easy task. Writing is strenuous, and requires more than mental focus. Successfully portraying a character takes a toll on both the mind, and soul. The author could spend a lifetime describing the physical, and mental attributes of a person. Writing opens the door to a parallel universe, and sheds light on aspects of life we never knew existed. Throughout the dark times in my life I have found myself creating far off worlds to remain happy. I grew up in a drab home with parents whose passions seemed to revolve around their abusive relationship. Instead of bowing to my circumstances, I accepted the abuse that came with the pen. As I wrote enchanting tales of underdogs overcoming, I felt that I too had conquered life-altering battles within my own circumstances. While devoting all my time and energy on writing my words created a reality that I could bare to live in, by teaching me to become the ultimate overcomer. No matter what transition of life that I have faced, writing has consistently revealed that there will always be something consistently strong inside of
Why do writers write? Like Stephen King said, it's not for the money, and it's definitely not for the fame. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't turn down a fat paycheck, but I started writing because it felt like something I was meant to do. I hesitated for years before I finally took the plunge and tried writing a book. There were so many excuses...not enough time...not enough talent...or ooh look, there's something shiny!
I have always enjoyed writing, perhaps not as much as speaking, but enjoyed nonetheless. I began writing in primary school, and I distinctly remember deciding in grade five that I was going to write a novel. This is an idea that sends shivers down my spine now, as the idea of writing creatively is not one that I like, to say the least. From that point I slowly changed from someone who enjoyed the creativity of writing fiction to the angry and cynical non-fiction writer I am today. The reason why I made this change is quite clear to me, and although it only occurred rather recently, I can identify its origin in my childhood.
The hobby I am most proud of right now is writing. I am excited about writing because I can put my ideas down onto paper, and share them in many ways. My love for musicals has compelled me to write musicals myself. Being able to read and write music from playing the clarinet, has helped me compose the songs. The first musical I have written is titled ‘Toaster’. Toaster is about a person who in trying to fix their old toaster, ends up getting the newest toaster, then realizing he has made a big mistake. I am also working on another play called ‘Holiday’ which is about the ups and downs of each holidays throughout the year.
I would like to take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude for all the efforts that you have invested in helping me improve my writing. The efforts that you invested in me did not go in vain. In this course, I have become insightful in regard to the process of writing as whole. Who knew that writing can be challenging yet rewarding simultaneously? Through many challenges that I have encountered in this class, and many exercises comprised in the course, I have come to clearly realize different weaknesses and strengths that I possess when it comes to writing. As the semester was rolling into action, I was straggling with certain elements of the writing process. Unlike many writers, beginning to write was usually the most challenging aspect of the writing process. For many unproductive hours, I would simply stare blankly at my writing equipment while blank thoughts ran through my mind. In addition to my inability to produce words for my writing, I sometimes have problems with coming up with a solid theses statement. Clearly introducing my topic can sometimes be a challenging task. I usually had a tendency of spending great amount of my time on introducing my paper. However, the first conference that we had was an eye-opening session. As I stated in my diagnosis essay that we wrote at the beginning of the semester, I have come to acquire techniques that have helped me resolve these challenges.
Ringing of an alarm clock pierces the air, and it bounces off of stark lavender walls that