Recently, I posted “Writing Tips: What’s on Your Desk?” and I had a great time reading about all of your writing spaces. Ironically, however, I have to admit that my desk is not normally that clean. I’ve recently moved places, and moving gave me the opportunity to be that clean. (Maybe in a few weeks, I’ll take another picture.) Us artists seem to generally be messy people (even though we ALWAYS know where our stuff is.)
Among these papers, the oldest piece of writing I could find was a written assignment I wrote in sixth grade (2002-2003). I think it’s great to read what we’ve written previously, because it shows how we grow, so I thought I’d share the beginning of mine. (I found six pages, front and back, so it’d be a lot to put on one post.) I’m not editing it either, so you can see how I’ve grown, and I think you all should dig through old works, and do the same. You’ll see how much you’ve grown (and you will feel great!) Then, you’ll know, without a doubt, you’re still growing, and that’s a great writer feeling too.
So here we go:
“I want to put something down on this paper right here, but what I am, what I feel, can’t. There isn’t a word to describe it. I’m so confused on what life is, or what it’s sopposed to be. I guess life isn’t supposed ‘to be’ anything. Life takes turns in unexpected ways. And that, that is what happened to me. It started as a normal day. Wake, take Shower, blow dry hair, say bye to dad and dog. Not my mom, we fought last night about how my friend, Angel, supposily got drunk. Thats not why shes in the hospital. I know, it sounds weird a girl named Angel, but got drunk. I don’t really know how to explain, except that when we were little I couldn’t say Angelia so I turned out saying Angel, on account of my grams always called me that, so I all ready knew how to say it.”
You may see a lot of grammatical errors in that paragraph. I sure did. But the main thing I noticed was how I began a story. It read like my personal diary. I started to write to explain my feelings, and it turned into something else completely. What I find interesting is I think this is the time where writing turned serious for me. Instead of writing my emotions out, I wrote so my emotions could come out.
Reading your old works can teach you more about your writing style than you might have thought about.
Have a great Tuesday! I’m excited for the Undergraduate Reading Series tomorrow night. I’ll be sure to let you all know how it goes.