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Dec 05, 2005 16:13


This is a college essay that needs a lot of help. Any feedback at all would really really be appreciated. This is based off of my Governor's School essay. My goal is to be done by today. Basically, I know it's missing something. It's missing a paragraph that explains that I don't want to be a creative writer per say, just that writing is a part of me. A huge part. Anyway, I could use some help and direction.

, the impression that I can change the syllables, letters, and vowels into something more whole than a plot. I have never been able to pull a poem from the top of my intellect. There is always an influential bird or beast that sets me aflutter. Even then I find myself wandering away from it, and simply falling back on tangents I can not explain as anything more than an impulse. 
      But, it is not this act of writing that compels me, but in Layman’s terms it is the idea that human response can be honed down into something so simple, and at the same time a great complexity. Every person who has ever taught me anything substantial about writing has told me to write what I know. Knowing this, I can create these worlds, characters, and alternate universes simply from the humanity that revolves around me.

This humanistic writing is sometimes best when it isn’t written down. It’s when I am preaching it to an invisible choir of lamps and furniture. As soon as it is off the tip of my tongue it is forgotten. It is much like telling your life story, which might make a good Lifetime movie, to a room full of sufferers of short-term memory loss. These sermons are the refreshing swig of water to this cotton-mouthed teenager, who does not always know if what she is saying is right. It is in these few moments that ideal writing happens.

You see, my impulses are what build me. They do not make me a writer, or a history buff, or even doomed to wander endlessly for some sort of grounding. The impulses are simply the drive, the fuel for the flying machine. I have never wanted to destroy my impulses, or even the fly-away tangents. I just have to stop flying in circles, create a second wing so I can move forward. I want to trigger flight without stopping to think.

college, writing

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