It’s been a while, I’ve been busy! I’m in school now, which is awesome. I’m in a period of being incredibly critical of my own writing. It started with trying to write essays for scholarships. I kept writing about other things that didn’t relate to the topic questions. I did a lot of mental processing through drafting these essays. I ended up writing a lengthy and personal essay about my lived experience in the last two years. Emotionally productive, but too revealing for a scholarship. I abandoned the project two weeks ago. Since then, I’ve been trying to write poetry and songs again. I’m happy to be doing that. It’s always easier to write about my fleeting emotions and the present day.
I’ve been doing a whole lot of living! I started school exactly a week ago, on April 6th. I’m taking two classes: English Composition I and Mural Arts. I’m quite engaged in both classes, so this excites me. I paid a lot for these classes! I feel like it’s worth it… still I gotta apply for scholarships. This essay I’m working on is due in two days. LOL! Guess I gotta cram. Do over a first draft and then edit it.
Anyway, right now I find myself relating to Jenny from The L Word, which is essentially lesbian Sex in the City, but far more thrilling and dramatic (IMO). Jenny is a writer, like myself. In one episode, Jenny is rejected from a fiction writing class that she really wanted to get into. The criticism that the teacher gives to her is that her writing is not imaginative enough; that it reads more like Jenny’s autobiography rather than a tale. I feel like my writing manifests in the same way, and I’ve been thinking about it since watching this episode.
What kind of writer am I? Am I even a good writer? I guess that’s why I’m in school. I’m here for English, Literature, and Writing studies. I want to improve, I want to further define my existence as a writer.
I just got out of my first class this Monday morning, English Composition I. This class is great, it’s teaching me a lot about analyzing texts and digesting information. I suck at reading nonfiction. We’re learning about the etymology and historical use of the word culture, reading from Raymond Williams and Hannah Arendt. We just finished reading an excerpt from William’s Keywords. I enjoyed reading about the development of the word culture, how it branches out into other words like couture, cultivation, etc. It’s fun!
That’s all I have to say today.
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