When I view myself as a writer I think back to all the years being surrounded my my mom and her sisters. All the aunts and my mom are excellent writers. Each has written and told stories for as long as I can remember. As a child I would sit quietly and listen to the stories, they seemed so real I felt like I was a participant.
Growing up in a family of writers makes it a touch rough at times. As a school age child stories and essays I wrote would be checked five times, by mom and the aunts. At times my paper would be covered in red from comments and corrections. I grew a thicker skin and learned to take my time on the writing process and began to see less red.
I believe I still need to work on putting items in the correct order when writing. I tend to write how I speak which is said to be middle to end, then beginning to middle. That is a tough habit to break but I am working on it. I find I spend some time just writing for fun, I concentrate and relax a little more on papers for grades.
All in all I enjoy stories and writing, so I do not mind writing essays and doing research. Research is actually one of my favorite things to do because of all the new things I learn along the way. My hope is through research and learning to proofread my own writings I will learn to put items in the correct order. I owe alot to my mom and her sisters, their great stories both told and written, which has given me the inspiration to move forward and write.
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Everyone has their own gift and I know that when I was little I had always desired to be a wonderful writer because my mom was an awesome writer. She always guided me through all of my beginning papers and helped me to develop into the writer I am today and I really appreciate her patience with me. I am still learning and striving to be better but I know that my mom and some amazing grade school teachers helped me to really grasp the concept of writing. I actually enjoy organizing my papers but have difficulty in researching (opposite of you :P).
ReplyDeleteI learned about writing (actually words) from my grandma. From the time I was little, she so obviously loved words that I couldn't help but love them, too. Reading, to her, was the ultimate pleasure. She gave me this, too.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this blog, Heather.