Revision #3

From the early years in elementary school to the later years of college, writing was always painless to me. There was something about the process that seemed natural, as if my hands wrote down exactly what my brain was thinking without any interference. I remember when I was young how I used to write in my free time, always creating newsletters for our family store, or writing letters to my parents when upset rather than verbalizing it. Now as I grow older, I write quick thoughts and journal insights into my life. It has always been a good escape route, and required little to no effort when my topic was a "heart and mind topic."

However, in high school when we wrote about specific topics of little to no interest to me, or in college when we wrote the same response to something four different ways, I cringed. I would stall until the last minute, and then write such six page papers in an hour or less. I never drafted my work, and only revised once the paper was complete. My writing grades were always stellar despite my quick work and ill-advised process. During college years, my roommates would spend hours upon hours writing papers that I found myself write in forty minutes. They would mull it over for days, often calling on me to help them formulate thoughts into words. I remember sitting there frustrated that they had no idea what to say and no idea on how to create a stimulating sentence. I felt their writing lacked substance and often felt like third grade sentences that all looked the same. I was unaware of their mental block as writers and had to remind myself of their skills in other academic areas that far surpassed my own.

I enjoy writing very much considering the act of it caused me no time lost, and no sleepless nights before papers were due. Confident in my work, I always felt the way in which I wrote captured a way with words that some of my peers did not have. However, as college years were filled with mindless writing tasks that never developed me as a writer, I decided to keep a journal about certain times in my life. I felt that during hard times in my life it was a perfect way to draft a "novel" or memoir of such times, and allowed me to use my power with words to track it all down.

I began my little project right after my last grandparent passed away. I remember beginning to write the fun memories and little fun facts of my family tree. It was interactive and happy; yet spoke intimate details of my feelings at the time. Despite writing coming easy to me, my writing process at this time had many faults. As I began to write, the process in which I confided in, failed me. I wrote and re wrote and deleted and reworked my story as if it for the first time was not matching what I was thinking. For the first time in years, my writing became forced. I began to understand writers block and eventually just stopped starring at it.

Looking back now, after years of rereading the same piece of my story, I realize that my writing was one huge thought. I literally took everything about one time in my life and jammed it together in one "chapter." It was at this time that I, as a writer, saw the process I had learned so many years earlier. I broke up my thoughts and focused on one smaller step at a time. I looked at my word choice and sentence structure. I began to draft with bullets to keep me focused and distinguish between where one thought should end and another story should start. I found myself with a new chapter and a new confidence in my writing. The natural part eventually came back to me and I began to write in this journal again. Having forgotten the elements of what makes a writer, I spent years skipping by with what I wrote. I realized that for years even though my writing came easy and it was enjoyable, it didn’t make me a good, quality, writer.

As a teacher, and still a student, I have become aware of the importance of such writing tricks in the writing process. I found myself using every skill that I taught in my writing workshops during student teaching and applied them.  I found myself not only to be a teacher of writing, but a practicing writer finding uses for the exact things that I taught. It is this realization when we truly become writers; when we actively write, and despite the roadblocks and unknown territory we write ourselves into something greater.