I am writing to
explain how I feel about writing. When I write, I find it really hard to form
words to extend something. When I know I have to right a paper I feel so
pressured, then I wound up putting it off to the last minute. I feel as if I do
a better job when I am pressured. Writing makes me confused; I am a person
stuck in a wall, trying to break free. I feel like a person locked in a room
with nothing in it bouncing back and forth trying to put something together.
It’s hard to
explain how hard it is to try to form paragraph after paragraph. I always have
so many thoughts in my head, its almost as if a person choosing to jump or not
jump off a cliff. Writing for me is a gazelle running from a lion, and trying
to make it out alive. It just keeps running and running until it’s in the
clear. Sometimes it’s easy to get away and sometimes it’s hard. Writing is
survival of the fittest. Once you start running, it’s hard to stop.
When I began to
think about writing a paper, I panic and it feels like I am in solitary
confinement. There are plenty of people to talk to, but I have nothing to say,
my mind is trapped. I just draw a blank and began to try to think, someone
could be talking to me, and I would even know what he or she was saying. It’s really tough.
Writing is a gun
trigger waiting to be pulled and once its puled it’s all over. Guns get right
to the point, and keep things short and simple. I prefer to get right to the
point. When it comes down to it, I just start rambling on, and as I ramble on,
the thoughts just start falling into place and I began to realize its not so
bad. Writing is a continues cycle to me, every time I have to write a paper, I go
through the same process.
