The most important step before taking the wheel for writing is to turn on my music, inspiring my mind and energizing it for the journey to come. I look on to the road and turn off to the freeway, ready to venture forward on a frontier paved by words. I wish it were always so easy as to just follow the lines and structures given to you, but then there are always hundreds of cars going the same direction-- some less graceful than others. Their individual journey is not important in regards to mine, and so all I can is focus on my lane and continue on.
Without further delay, I review my thoughts, plant my hands on the keyboard, and go watch “The Matrix” instead. I've been driving for the past two hours, so how much could a pit stop hurt? I'm
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There is always a path back to where you were, or signs that can guide you down a better path. The fog is clearing, and reflecting on what I already have accomplished helps guide my next steps. I relax a bit as I go along, paying more attention to my music and enjoying the smallest things about the travels, until I'm right where I belong again. The freeway is more clear, but I can see night approaching and clouds rolling in.
Using every ounce of will and focus confined within my consciousness, I return to my realm of literature, fully prepared to describe the literate process of me writing- but then decide to read history instead. Once I finish that, the grotesque fear of working at McDonald's all my life pulls me back to my laptop to write once more. I put on the five hour Final Fantasy XV soundtrack in the background and begin the journey forward into learning about Black History for literature. Hopelessly procrastinating is hard work, and so I go ahead and make dinner for myself before inevitably returning to the
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I feel the motivation pushing me forward, and I can see my exit in the horizon. Despite the setbacks, a paper has been formed. I question the contents of what I have pieced together, as the destination wasn't quite what I expected. I'm unsure of whether it is actually good or not, for I'm no resident of this frontier. It is too late for doubt now, though stopping by a few friendly faces to ask what's good or bad will certainly make for a much more enjoyable evening. The hours on end of driving for the paper had me frustrated and blank at times, but it would not be my journey without those moments. Each car follows the same road, but each has their own odyssey, and their own
Writing and reading are two essential skills that we need to have in order to succeed in any field of study that we have chosen. Without these two we would not be here, wouldn’t be writing right now and would be considered the lowest class of our society. There are different aspects of writing that each of us may, or may not, excel at. Some of us are creative enough to write short stories or even novels on fiction while others, like me, are better at writing essays. To accomplish this we have all had a person to inspire us, to drive us, to get us over the hump of confidence that we need to succeed. Still to be successful we need to count on ourselves to succeed.
Tytell, John. “The Joy of On the Road.” On the Road. Text and Criticism. Scott Donaldson, ed. New York: Viking, 1979. 419-430.
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
Unable to dispel the notion he was being stalked by a hidden fiend, he crossed to the other side of the road, so as to give himself an unobstructed view of the rooftops, while continuing his journey. Then he saw what he dreaded most; a predatory apparition, unmistakably human in form, flowing stealthily across the rooftops like a creature of air. In the grip of fear and isolation, he struggled to articulate his scrambled thoughts. Believing he was being pursued by a supernatural being, he damned his fate in the conviction of his own innocence.
I opened my eyes and was blinded by the piercing ray of light pointing right into my eyes, a massive headache was pounding my head, and all I could hear was the sound of a high pitched whistle. Until I hear something else. Voices? No. Not just that, but yells, cries for help, people sobbing.
...is being unaccompanied. After all, sometimes the “conversation” can be a little loud and overwhelming. In my writing process I get on the road and let the hum of the engine agree or disagree with my ideas. Solace seeks me out like a bounty hunter. The back window provides an opening to the past and my rearview mirror reminds me to always be mindful of changes. I look forward to each trip and my writer’s Spirit yearns for its dose of creative therapy. My car, my music, and the open road, together we converse in tumultuous harmony to resolve any issues and effectively communicate to our readers. Mark Twain put it best when he stated, "I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them." I have found that despite my areas of improvement and frustrations, I am easy to travel with—all be it by myself.
Self-Reflective Narrative: My Writing Journey Throughout my high school years, my counselor always encouraged me to take college courses. I have always done well in school, although, I was concerned about my writing ability. I did not think I was a good writer, and writing was never a topic of my interest. I was afraid of failing.
“Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go” says E. L. Doctorow. After reading my essay I wrote the first week of the semester, I have seen the growth in my writing just in a few weeks. Coming into this class, I thought I knew how to write decently well, however; I have realized that I have a lot to learn as we continue to write each and every day. I’ve learned many things already and I’m continuing to learn new things.
“Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.” (E. L. Doctorow) This quote really does capture the real meaning of writing. Each time you start with a blank page and work from there.
Even as a child, my thoughts multiplied into stunning branches of ideas, each more complex than the last as they grew from the core of the tree that was my imagination. The notions arranged themselves into stunning pyramids of coherent phrases, eloquent and profound. But when the words came out of my mouth, they tumbled and slipped, vowels and consonants lost somewhere in the back of my throat as my tongue struggled to maintain pace with my mind. I felt an immense powerlessness. Writing was my only weapon against my villain, my struggle with speech.
The notebook assignment has been a challenging task in developing good writing habits and gaining critical awareness of myself as a writer. In this essay, I will talk about my original writing habits, the developments that have occurred in the notebook and explaining how these influenced my creative productivity. I was very optimistic when we were given the notebook assignment in our ‘Thinking like a Writer’ module. It was a chance for me to demonstrate a fresh output on my creativity, gain focus and insight into the technicalities of my mind.
Journeys are moments in life that define and reconstruct the myths we create about ourselves and others. All too often the ideals of a biased community or select group are viewed as the model by which all individuals must follow. To escape the pressures of a collective standard a person must travel outside the constraints of a community and discover his or her own true identity. On such a journey one can expect moments of planned reflection or unexpected instances of revelation. A journey is every minute of my existence, as I travel through life and try to ascertain my own presence in its cycle.
I am super excited for the upcoming year in Honors 10. Before we get into writing, let me tell you a little about myself. I am currently 15 years old and my birthday is September 18th. I am a very friendly person and I love being around people. I also tend to be very sarcastic, that trait comes from my mom. There are five people in my family, my mom and dad, my two sisters, and me. My parents names are Jean and Brett. My older sister, Sarah, just turned 18 and my younger sister, Erin, is 13 years old. Sarah is two years older than me and I am two and a half years older than Erin.
At the end of a journey, it’s always strange to look back on the roads traveled and places visited. It brings with it a sense of nostalgia, a feeling of time passed with the inability, or perhaps unwillingness to go back. I felt like this at the end of the road trip I took this time last year from San Francisco to Alaska. I knew that most likely I’d never again visit those quirky villages in the depths of the Yukon Territory, or stand in the middle of the Alaskan Highway watching a herd of mountain rams cross, miles away from anywhere. And when we reached our destination, the journey seemed far away – separated from the here and now of Whittier, Alaska. And all we had as proof of the 3500 miles traveled were bills for gas and pictures taken along the way.
The writing process involves steps needed for individuals to become successful writers. The steps addressed throughout the writing process are prewriting, drafting, revising, editing, and publishing (p. 365). Individuals use these steps to help create, manage, and bring to life their piece of work. However, research suggests that these steps are demonstrated in a specific order during the writing process; many writers tend to “move across and back and forth” during the writing process (p. 365).