Week 5 Writing Process
Explain the actual process:
Since I avoided the nonfiction essay, I asked Nicole to come watch Mya so I could start on it. It wasn't until after seven until Mya got picked up. Then I sat in the computer chair, racking my brain about what to write. Since I had waited to the last minute I put too much pressure on myself and started to feel overwhelmed. Many ideas flew through my head: my grandma’s house, surgery, school, Mya. I had to get up to get some pretzels and a bottle of water, hoping it would help me think. About thirty minutes went by and I began to think what if I right about my daily battle with depression. Knowing I would have to write about the core problem, which was Nicks death. I thought that it would be a good exercise for me. It wouldn't be easy to dig down to a place I tuck these memories to, but it would be raw and real, so that’s what I began to do.
I wasn't sure were to start, so I just made the first scene my bed and how hard it is for me to get up. I wrote about what goes through my head, and what my daughter does. In her mind she just wants to get up and play, but for me it is much header than that and it hurts me every day. I started to think back to the days I was pregnant. I thought about how I wasn't too sure about keeping her, how me and Nicks relationship was prior to the baby. All these things out of my control that would center this story I was trying to scrabble and write. I knew I had to write about my past so I could give some insight into why I feel the way I do today. In the middle of the story I felt like I wasn't doing it right, I felt like I was telling two stories into one. I felt insecure about my writing, not sure why I even chose this topic to write about. It was getting late around ten O’clock, and I needed to get to bed so I just hurried and finished it off.
I didn't even want to reread it, I didn't want the professor to read it. I was just not going to come to school because, I wanted to write a whole new story. I hate writing, and I hate thinking about others reading my work. I am not confident at all, maybe about one catchy sentence that I am proud of but that is it. But I came to school, and I turned it in. My professor revised it and talked to me about it and I didn't feel as bad as the night before. After I go home and revise, I will share the revisions and touch ups with you.
Critique your end product:
When I went to critique my Creative Nonfiction Essay, I felt like I was telling two different stories at once. I thought that putting every detail would take away from the original assignment. But it was necessary to tell the background information. The reader needed a full understanding of the purpose of my writing. I was telling a story about me in today, but the effects having been from years back. I did feel that it was on the longer side. I decided that I had to break it down into at least three-four paragraphs, instead of it being every other. In some of my telling scenes I might have went overboard. I went back and cleaned them up a bit, making them shorter but yet stronger. I do feel my theme of the story is clear as well.
Explain the actual process:
Since I avoided the nonfiction essay, I asked Nicole to come watch Mya so I could start on it. It wasn't until after seven until Mya got picked up. Then I sat in the computer chair, racking my brain about what to write. Since I had waited to the last minute I put too much pressure on myself and started to feel overwhelmed. Many ideas flew through my head: my grandma’s house, surgery, school, Mya. I had to get up to get some pretzels and a bottle of water, hoping it would help me think. About thirty minutes went by and I began to think what if I right about my daily battle with depression. Knowing I would have to write about the core problem, which was Nicks death. I thought that it would be a good exercise for me. It wouldn't be easy to dig down to a place I tuck these memories to, but it would be raw and real, so that’s what I began to do.
I wasn't sure were to start, so I just made the first scene my bed and how hard it is for me to get up. I wrote about what goes through my head, and what my daughter does. In her mind she just wants to get up and play, but for me it is much header than that and it hurts me every day. I started to think back to the days I was pregnant. I thought about how I wasn't too sure about keeping her, how me and Nicks relationship was prior to the baby. All these things out of my control that would center this story I was trying to scrabble and write. I knew I had to write about my past so I could give some insight into why I feel the way I do today. In the middle of the story I felt like I wasn't doing it right, I felt like I was telling two stories into one. I felt insecure about my writing, not sure why I even chose this topic to write about. It was getting late around ten O’clock, and I needed to get to bed so I just hurried and finished it off.
I didn't even want to reread it, I didn't want the professor to read it. I was just not going to come to school because, I wanted to write a whole new story. I hate writing, and I hate thinking about others reading my work. I am not confident at all, maybe about one catchy sentence that I am proud of but that is it. But I came to school, and I turned it in. My professor revised it and talked to me about it and I didn't feel as bad as the night before. After I go home and revise, I will share the revisions and touch ups with you.
Critique your end product:
When I went to critique my Creative Nonfiction Essay, I felt like I was telling two different stories at once. I thought that putting every detail would take away from the original assignment. But it was necessary to tell the background information. The reader needed a full understanding of the purpose of my writing. I was telling a story about me in today, but the effects having been from years back. I did feel that it was on the longer side. I decided that I had to break it down into at least three-four paragraphs, instead of it being every other. In some of my telling scenes I might have went overboard. I went back and cleaned them up a bit, making them shorter but yet stronger. I do feel my theme of the story is clear as well.