Feeling Makata-Just For Now, Please!
My fingers are softly pressed against the keyboard, resembling a person playing a piano. The typing sound isn't dramatic, but you can tell the thoughts are pouring over. Hours have passed and it is now time to seal the deal. Whatever the outcome is, there's no more turning back. I believe that if I do, my stress level will rocket to infinity. All I know is I did my very best. My brain had exploded from brimming ideas.
I love writing. However, I never had the confidence to do it. Rather, I should say, I never had the gift. If there's a legal punishment for those who commit grammatical crimes, I would've received a death penalty. I admit that my foundation for literary skills is poor. My father is good at it, probably because he majored in English when he was in college. Of all the traits I got from my parents, especially from my dad, why didn't I acquire that?
Whenever some of my professors ask us to submit a journal critique (for instance) on the next meeting, I always tell myself, "Challenge accepted!" That euphoria I'm feeling couldn't be traded for anything else aside from food. But once I start doing the real thing, anxiety kicks in. Writing is always accompanied by reading. Your opinions will be sound if you elucidate them with thoughts from other sources. The point is, you won't become an effective writer if you're not an effective reader. Of all the pet peeves that I have, reading is on the top of the list; it is because it is my kryptonite. My mom had always told me to read anything to expand my vocabulary, let alone that she recommended me a men's magazine to start with. All those being said, my once enthusiasm turned into a hot mess, coming up with a piece that is even below mediocrity.
I tried ways to improve my bad English. I've created blogs over the past six years and my improvement has only been around ten percent. The number of people who read my blog is like finding a needle in a haystack. So, almost no one really knows whether I am an effective writer or not. Perhaps, I am the latter. Perhaps, it's because I don't spread my words. In order to increase the percentage, I think I should let go of what's keeping me from opening it to the public. How can you express your thoughts without anyone sensing it, right?
Enough of the drama. Being mushy isn't just who I am. Haha!
I may not have that gift of writing brilliant literary pieces, but I am sure to myself that the more I write, the more I will improve. Moreover, never ditch reading, even if sometimes, it isn't fun to do. What are novels for, right? Someday, the phrase "written by" will be printed before my name on a book, newspaper article, journal, or whatsoever.
I love writing. However, I never had the confidence to do it. Rather, I should say, I never had the gift. If there's a legal punishment for those who commit grammatical crimes, I would've received a death penalty. I admit that my foundation for literary skills is poor. My father is good at it, probably because he majored in English when he was in college. Of all the traits I got from my parents, especially from my dad, why didn't I acquire that?
Whenever some of my professors ask us to submit a journal critique (for instance) on the next meeting, I always tell myself, "Challenge accepted!" That euphoria I'm feeling couldn't be traded for anything else aside from food. But once I start doing the real thing, anxiety kicks in. Writing is always accompanied by reading. Your opinions will be sound if you elucidate them with thoughts from other sources. The point is, you won't become an effective writer if you're not an effective reader. Of all the pet peeves that I have, reading is on the top of the list; it is because it is my kryptonite. My mom had always told me to read anything to expand my vocabulary, let alone that she recommended me a men's magazine to start with. All those being said, my once enthusiasm turned into a hot mess, coming up with a piece that is even below mediocrity.
I tried ways to improve my bad English. I've created blogs over the past six years and my improvement has only been around ten percent. The number of people who read my blog is like finding a needle in a haystack. So, almost no one really knows whether I am an effective writer or not. Perhaps, I am the latter. Perhaps, it's because I don't spread my words. In order to increase the percentage, I think I should let go of what's keeping me from opening it to the public. How can you express your thoughts without anyone sensing it, right?
Enough of the drama. Being mushy isn't just who I am. Haha!
I may not have that gift of writing brilliant literary pieces, but I am sure to myself that the more I write, the more I will improve. Moreover, never ditch reading, even if sometimes, it isn't fun to do. What are novels for, right? Someday, the phrase "written by" will be printed before my name on a book, newspaper article, journal, or whatsoever.