7/27

Today I feel like it should be a lazy day. It's very cloudy and rainy out side, which makes it the perfect movie and chill day. I'm also tired, because of late night studying and eight o'clock morning classes. I just don't feel as motivated to go to class and do work like I did a few weeks ago. It's the end of the summer term and I just want to have fun for the rest of my summer. No more school, just chilling on the beach with my friends getting a nice tan and just doing crazy stuff. So I guess I'm a little home sick as well. I'm just ready for this term to end.     

In class 7/25

The genre I plan to write in is fiction, preferably a ghost/horror story. When I was a little girl, every night before I went to bed my dad would always make up and tell me stories. I liked ghost stories, or stories that were interesting and could make my imagination wonder as I grew sleepy and fell asleep. Ghost/horror stories are normally based on real life experiences. Even though I never personally experienced anything horrific I have seen enough movies to make my story believable. You cant rattle the chains too early or too late in the story you have to do it at the prefect time. My story is about a kid who goes into what looks like an old abandon, decrepit house, but its not abandon. There's a monster living in it, that chases the kid trying to catch him. The kid dodges all the obsticale the monster put out, and the monster ends up falling into one of his own traps and dies.

Obituary

On July 14th 2070, Taylor Chenoweth died because of an illness. She left behind a son and daughter, that were both happily married. She accomplished many great things in her life, helped many people, and always had a smile on her face. She was one of those people that if she came into your life, she would make your life better and you could never forget her. She left an everlasting impression on everyone she met. She loved having fun, helping people; making them feel better and she was really good at it. She was very outgoing, got along great with others and always had something funny to say. She accomplished her dream of becoming a doctor, and she was a very good well known doctor at that. She touched many peoples lives and she will be truly missed by everyone in this community. Rest In Peace.

7/14 My Watcher

My watcher is a little voice inside my head that comes from a very intelligent little guy. My watcher looks normal, and dresses normal but is like an undercover cop. He catches all the bad things and makes everything better. He tells me to continue writing when I'm on a roll, and tells me to stop writing and read what I just wrote to make it sound better. He keeps me on topic when its a topic he likes. Other times he prevents me from writing, because he doesn't feel like doing it or doesn't like the topic or know what to write for the topic. He lives in my brain, and eats all the bad ideas that try to pass through on to my paper.

7/12

The people back in Jacksonville have fake accents, and are just fake people in general. Although some people truly have an accent most don't. For example, The rednecks are just truly white trash, in that they don't have anything going for them at all. Its like when a little dog thinks hes all big and bad, but when it really come down to it, it's nothing, and cant even do anything.

Crot Picture Description

The bowler stands on deck with her fourteen pound solid blue ball, staring at the ten bleach white pins at the end. She takes a deep breathe as she takes her approach and throws her ball. You hear a loud thud as the bowling ball lands on the lane. The ball looks like its going in to the gutter, when all of a sudden it whips back in towards the head pin. Hitting the head pin just right with the high speed of the ball sends the pins flying, as they clash together, making all the other pins fall, creating a very intense strike.

Sensory Description

On my walk to the Williams building I see a lot of things. I see green grass, healthy trees, giant brick red buildings, a lot of construction on the roads and buildings, and students walking to class. I hate all the construction, the tools and machines constantly making noises, the trucks beep as they back up, it smells like old men sweating and nothing looks pretty. Everything looks dirty, and gross. Mud and slim on the roads and sidewalks, old filthy machinery is blocking the way to class along with fences and tape.

End Of Week 1

In the first story, "Shitty First Drafts," by Anne Lamott it mostly discussed about how everyone's first draft is bad. Even authors that write books all the time have a bad first draft. And that its okay to have a bad first draft because in the end the bad first draft turns out to be an amazing story. Plus no one ever sees the writers first draft, because its just all the writers ideas trying to become one. In addition, you always end up throwing away the first draft, because you end up writing a better second draft.

In the second story, "How To Become A Writer," by Lorrie Moore was mostly about failing at life. That if you fail at an early age then it makes you a better and smarter person, but this is not true all the time. Throughout the story the main character, Francie, kept making the same mistake on her papers every time she wrote. She never had a good plot or a plot at all, but she was always very descriptive.

In the third story, "The Watcher at the Gates," by Gail Godwin was mostly about the watchers at the gate. How the watcher always makes you put writing off, or to finish it another day because the watcher thinks that if you are on a roll then he doesn't want you to run out of all the good ideas. The watcher only does this to the writer because the watcher is only helping the writer, and because the watcher does not want to see the writer fail.

All three stories are similar in that they are all explaining how to become a good writer. so if you put all three stories together you will no how to write pretty good stories. All three stories also share the same idea, failing. one way or another failing either helps you, even though failing is what everyone is afraid of. In addition, all three stories are scared of what people might think about the writer or the piece the writer wrote. In conclusion, do not be afraid of what others might think of you or your writing, if you enjoy doing it, then you should not care what others think anyways.