Writing from my Coconut

Writing, oh the love for writing I have... Just another post to add to my hodgepodge of ideas and thoughts I have rattling around in my coconut. I was very ecstatic when I first heard Mr. Sutherland talk about the blogs in the beginning of the year, and I'm still enraptured by it. The blogs have really helped me with my writing and I have come to love writing as a whole. The ability to express how you feel, and to be able to put your thoughts onto paper to give others a glimpse into your imagination is phenomenal take for instance, a gigantic purple spotted dragon with gleaming white teeth and glossy hazel eyes, that emanate a radiance of goodness. Soaring through a dark star lit sky lined with with silver clouds and a gusty wind. I know this may sound weird but I really do love words, they express, they teach and they most importantly tell stories. 

It's funny how easily things flow now. By flow I mean the easiness of gliding my pencil against my paper without taking an hour or sometimes more of sitting at my dining room table staring at a blank piece of paper thinking,"What the hell should I write about now." The old memories of writers block, I honestly have to say was kinda tragic. I remember almost being in tears because I would feel like such a failure. Right before you start laughing you should now I'm just a bit dramatic. So I would try all the possible ways to push away that huge eraser in my head by making graphs and charts, thinking of a topic, and honestly even remembering dreams. I overcame it using Mr. Sutherland theory of constant writing that would ease the flow of our chicken scratch truthfully did work! 

I have been blown away by my own writing, I'm not trying to sound egotistical, but I am proud of my improvement. When I first started this assignment I was reading over all of my old posts and I had some rough spots. It must have been me growing a little tired of blogging for the time being. Then I came across my favorite The Darkness of My Tears:

"I walked down the broken road feeling the piercing cold snowy weather hit me like a thousand knives. My family was no where to be found it was as though they had vanished without a single goodbye. I started sobbing feeling the impact of true loneliness. The wind knocked my fragile and fatigue body to the ground with incredible force, I covered my head feeling the impact as I hit the hard ice. I tried to lift my weight up feeling so vulnerable and weak. I had barely enough strength, I felt the warm tears stream down my face mostly from the frustration and confusion. I rubbed my hands together feeling the numbness at my fingertips. Suddenly I saw a thick liquid running down my palms, wedging itself into the crevices of my swollen hands." 

Writing so much really did show my strengths and the topics that come most easily to me. Descriptive writing and being imaginative, is my favorite writing. Using words to tell a story and making the reader feel like they are their in the action of where the story is taking place. Using illustrative and vivid words, to make you're writing come to life. It really takes a blow on me and makes me feel all romantic whenever I'm writing. Now for my weaknesses, I have struggles who doesn't? Whenever we would have to write on the topic of current events every week I would always leave that post for last. Current Events writing really does feel like homework, I would always feel like it was such a bore and I would just have to trudge through the chore of doing it. That shows I could never work for the newspaper. 

I hope that my writing strengthens rather then weakens. This semester was very productive and I learned a lot about my own styles in writing. Now I know what I have to work on because there is always room for improvement. Goodbye writers block I will try to stay away from you.