“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” Ernest Hemingway once said. Writing means a lot of things to many people and is because this form of expression is use in so many different ways we can barely count them, however most of the writers in today’s society use it to free their ideas into paper or a computer so they have more space in their brain to imagine little more. Writing has different creative ways, there is not a specific format to writing, creativity comes
I failed the test the first time, I began to hate writing, and I started to doubt myself. I doubted my ability and the ideas I wrote about. Failing the second time made things worse, so perhaps to protect myself from my doubts, I stopped taking English seriously. Perhaps because of that lack of seriousness, I earned a 2 on the Advanced Placement English Exam, barely passed the twelfth-grade proficiency test, and was placed in developmental writing in college. I wish I knew why I failed that test,
The role of writing strategies in the process of writing has become more and more important and differences between more and less proficient learners have been found in the number and range of strategies used, in how the strategies are applied to the task, and in appropriateness of the strategies for the tasks (Chien, 2010; Hu & Chen, 2007; Mu & Carrington, 2007; Ridhuan & Abdullah, 2009). This implies the interplay of a number of components for successful application of writing strategies. Having
I have never been the type of person who enjoys writing, in fact, for most of my life I've hated it. Through the years English has always been my least favorite subject because of my distaste for writing essays. I would always put off starting my essays until the day before, and because of that my grades would suffer. It wasn't until senior year of high school that I started actually trying to better myself as a writer. One of the essays that had a meaningful effect on me as a writer is my I believe
play out accordingly to our plans. Another lesson I learned fairly quickly is that writing is a pain in the ass and it hurts. It hurts heads, feelings, and asses. While I’m up at 2 am finishing a paper I probably should’ve started three days prior, I realize my head hurts from thinking, my feelings are hurt from how awful it is, and my ass hurts from sitting for several hours and writing all day. Much like life, writing can also be exasperating and problematic. I know what you’re probably thinking
Dust in the wind I never liked the sun. The giant fiery ball was nothing but a reminder of the grim end that was closing in on us. At least an end to our way of living. Governments all over the planet were completely focused on finding new ways to conserve human and animal lives. Bunkers were being built, trips to Mars arranged, and research on nearby planets and solar systems’ hospitability had never been more intense. “Yet here I am, just waiting for time to pass.” I said out loud, staring up at
When you look into the mirror who do you see? The eyes that stare back, are they your own? When I look in the mirror, a dull pair of blue eyes stares back. The shine long is gone. It left when reality came. The most ordinary and typical pair of eyes ever. I don’t know who they belong to. This person that stares back, is that me? Who am I? “What do you feel.” she asked, “You know you can open up to me.” “I know, Jessica. But I can’t.” “Why not?” “ Because I…” I can’t say it. I can’t tell them that's
The Three Musketeers I ran across the basketball courts, the cold rain stinging my skin. I smiled as my shivering body was greeted by the warm room and affectionate librarian. “Good Morning, Perpetual!” She referred to my seemingly never-ending smile. “Good Morning!” I replied blithely, plopping my backpack down in the ‘forbidden section.’ This was actually where all the fairytales were, but was so named by three ardent Harry Potter fans who thought it sounded more magical that way. Layla
It's the place where you stop the story." Writing a unique yet interesting novel ending is tricky, especially when the writer needs to consider the different aspects of the story. Another thing the writer must consider is his or her target audience, since it is impossible to please everyone. Lastly, the structure of the plot must be taken into account, since this is what sets the novel apart from others. However, the ending is where one can truly see the writing prowess of an author for it can be regarded
The Wall that Ruined Everything On August 13, 1961 at midnight, it happens. There is a banging noise outside. I get onto the ladder of the bunk bed I sleep on and climb down. I accidentally step on a toy that was left on the ground by my younger siblings. I could hear my little sister Anna breathing deeply as she sleeps at the bottom bunk. I walk to the door. I slightly open the door to see if anyone is outside. All of the lights are off. I open the door and walk out. I quietly down the stairs.