An update
Why I am not a good writer.......
first off, an example of less that par writing....an excerpt from my life.......
The night before my driver's test, my dad took me outside to practice parallel parking. I hadn't practiced at all since I had completed driver's training and always acted so confident when my parents asked me if I should practice.
"oh no! It's so easy, I really don't need to practice"
"Yeah, my instructor says I'm a natural"
Lies. All lies. I was terrible at parallel parking, and I was too scared I would never learn it in time to ever practice and thus, procrastinated up until the night before.
I got into the car, pulled up to the garbage cans my dad set up as mock cars, and was so confident because, in telling my parents it was "so easy" and "i had this down", I had actually convinced myself of it.
I crashed into the trash cans, ended up 5 feet from the curb, had to adjust the car 100 times, all the while my father is screaming at me.
"You're never going to pass your test!"
"do you realize if you can't parallel park they won't even let you on the road"
"WHAT"S THE MATTER WITH YOU"
"LISTEN TO ME"
I was crying. We were outside for hours and it had gotten dark. My dad pushed over a garbage can.
"Fuck it, good luck tomorrow chelsea, now pick up these cans"
I walked around picking up the garbage that had scattered throughout the street dreading the next day.
The ride to my test was tense between me and my father. He was certain I wouldn't pass, and I'm pretty sure he was thinking of ways to console me on the ride home. We arrived on sight, and he was asked to get out of the car.
"Pull up to the line and stop.....great, now back into the spot mapped out by the cones.....Perfect....now all you have to do is parallel park in those cones, take your time."
I looked over at my dad, the look of anticipation mixed with doubt on his face is a look I'll never be able to erase from my memory.
"I only have to prove him wrong once...just once.." I thought to myself.
Pull up to the cone. complete stop. breath. reverse. turn wheel and slowly release off the gas. breath again. turn wheel again. pull forward and park.
I nailed it. It was directly centered in the spot.
"Great Job! Now, Mr. Bos, hop in the back seat and let's get this show on the road! Literally!"
My dad got in the back seat with a shit eating grin on his face. Pride shown through his eyes and my confidence was soaring. I read his mind for just a moment.
"you couldn't do it like that again if you tried, but I'm so glad you did".
It was a good day.
NOW: this is a boring story that has potential to be a somewhat interesting story. But the facts are not colorful enough and I'm terrible at writing emotions. If I could actually put on paper how I felt, this would be a great story.
Why can't I write down what I feel. I don't believe it's because there are no words, there are words for everything....why can't I find them.
I need to take a writing course from someone who actually knows what he's talking about.
first off, an example of less that par writing....an excerpt from my life.......
The night before my driver's test, my dad took me outside to practice parallel parking. I hadn't practiced at all since I had completed driver's training and always acted so confident when my parents asked me if I should practice.
"oh no! It's so easy, I really don't need to practice"
"Yeah, my instructor says I'm a natural"
Lies. All lies. I was terrible at parallel parking, and I was too scared I would never learn it in time to ever practice and thus, procrastinated up until the night before.
I got into the car, pulled up to the garbage cans my dad set up as mock cars, and was so confident because, in telling my parents it was "so easy" and "i had this down", I had actually convinced myself of it.
I crashed into the trash cans, ended up 5 feet from the curb, had to adjust the car 100 times, all the while my father is screaming at me.
"You're never going to pass your test!"
"do you realize if you can't parallel park they won't even let you on the road"
"WHAT"S THE MATTER WITH YOU"
"LISTEN TO ME"
I was crying. We were outside for hours and it had gotten dark. My dad pushed over a garbage can.
"Fuck it, good luck tomorrow chelsea, now pick up these cans"
I walked around picking up the garbage that had scattered throughout the street dreading the next day.
The ride to my test was tense between me and my father. He was certain I wouldn't pass, and I'm pretty sure he was thinking of ways to console me on the ride home. We arrived on sight, and he was asked to get out of the car.
"Pull up to the line and stop.....great, now back into the spot mapped out by the cones.....Perfect....now all you have to do is parallel park in those cones, take your time."
I looked over at my dad, the look of anticipation mixed with doubt on his face is a look I'll never be able to erase from my memory.
"I only have to prove him wrong once...just once.." I thought to myself.
Pull up to the cone. complete stop. breath. reverse. turn wheel and slowly release off the gas. breath again. turn wheel again. pull forward and park.
I nailed it. It was directly centered in the spot.
"Great Job! Now, Mr. Bos, hop in the back seat and let's get this show on the road! Literally!"
My dad got in the back seat with a shit eating grin on his face. Pride shown through his eyes and my confidence was soaring. I read his mind for just a moment.
"you couldn't do it like that again if you tried, but I'm so glad you did".
It was a good day.
NOW: this is a boring story that has potential to be a somewhat interesting story. But the facts are not colorful enough and I'm terrible at writing emotions. If I could actually put on paper how I felt, this would be a great story.
Why can't I write down what I feel. I don't believe it's because there are no words, there are words for everything....why can't I find them.
I need to take a writing course from someone who actually knows what he's talking about.