I have finally mapped out my How I write essay, and now I am in the process of drafting it. I am definitely one of those people who takes forever to write something, so as a means of combatting this problem, I generally write a paragraph a day, and then piece the essay together all at the very end This method works for me. Last semester I used this approach in order to complete a 16 page research paper about lesbian Swiss women who ventured the desert from 1890-1920. This is a topic that I knew nothing about, but through strategy, I got it done. I find that if I write something in short periods of time and when my brain is fresh, it will inevitably be better quality than if I just bull-shitted the piece the night before, as, unfortunately, a lot of my peers do. However, as my English major roommate once told me, “thank goodness for those ‘night-before writers,’ they make my paper look so good!”
For the context of the assignment, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and write a personal narrative. The type of writing that I excel at is academic writing and research. I have never shown much of an interest in, nor been particularly good at, creative writing; Therefore, providing a personal narrative and inserting the word “I” into my story is a relatively new thing for me, a skill that I need to cultivate throughout this class.
My ‘How I Write Essay’ is going to begin with an anecdote about how, when I was a kid, I liked to write stories and I would become infuriated with my family for reading them. At the time, my writing was a very personal thing. There was this one time around age 10 when I wrote a love story and saved it on the family computer; my older brother read it. I remember he merely said, “Good Job” to me, and I started screaming at him and hitting him: I got grounded for my behavior. I think that I felt a personal connection that those stories, therefore, others reading them became a violation to my privacy and myself.
Up through my high school career, I really hated others reading my writing, but fortunately, that changed once I got to college. My ex-Marine high school teacher, Mrs. Hart once said, “if you don’t want people to read your crappy work, don’t do crappy work.” So true. I realized that if I followed the guidelines reasonably, and if I put in my best effort, I need not be ashamed of people reading my writing. And here you are reading my writing right now, and I am not ashamed in the least bit.