Thursday, January 17, 2008

A Shitty First Draft

I think that we all have a hard time putting our words onto paper. I know for me, I can sit in a room all by myself and hear my thoughts, thoughts I could fall in love with. Thoughts I want to tell the world. But when I sit down I get so nervous that I can remember them. I love to write. i love how when I am one my head feels free, like a heavy load has been taken off. I love to see my words in bold black ink sprawled across a fresh white page. I just have the hardest time getting them onto the page.

I would most defiantly agreed with Anne Lmaott about how one has to simply fill pages upon pages with words, sometimes nonsense simply to get it off your mind. Fearful that someone will somehow see what you have said, hoping you can change it before it is too late. Yet again she is right; she said that once you have gotten it all down you take a deep breath, and go back with a red pen. Nothing you put down is set in stone. It can always be changed. I think that one of the hardest things for me was to ask for help when I need change. But if you edit your own paper I think that you will miss a lot of little things someone else will see.

Writing is not an easy task for me, and to be honest if it is a topic I don’t like then I truly hate it. But I cannot deny the fact that if I can simply empty my head of the stresses of life, I am truly grateful for it. Writing can be looked at in so many ways. I just hope that people get the same release from it as I do.

For the conclusion of Anne’s essay she spoke of mince being closed in a glass jar. That is an amazing analogy. I can truly understand how she feels by taking the voices in her head and placing them in a jar. It can only be described as a truly liberating feeling.

1 comment:

Miss Villegas said...

Very thoughtful reflection. You engage with Lamott's essay very naturally. I hope that you will be able to use this blog as a place to share your thoughts with the world and find freedom in doing so.