Creative Writing Essay

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A definition is an explanation of a thing that sets it apart from all others. The name of the thing or idea precedes the definition but cannot be a part of it. You cannot explain a term by simply repeating it. You must find other words. The formal definition contains the following parts: 1. The term that names the thing or idea. 2. The class or category to which the term belongs (for instance, copper can be grouped with “metals”) 3. The characteristics of the term that set

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Instead, it is divided into numerous categories based on hobby, interest, or whatever demographic niches a publisher or literary agent decides to fabricate. Essentially, the audience in Creative Writing is unlimited.



Since the subject, purpose, and audience being addressed in Technical Writing are limited to nonfiction, with the purpose of instructing or educating a technical or non-technical audience about technical subjects, the voice used to accomplish this goal is restricted. Clarity, brevity, and accuracy are integral to the voice being used in Technical Writing, especially when the writing addresses complex technical material. When addressing a non-technical audience, a clear and understandable voice must still be used in order to make difficult, technical material more comprehensible. The voice for addressing a technical audience must be clear, brief, and accurate. In Technical Writing, there is little room for salient descriptions that could potentially confuse the reader. User manuals and online help material must be understandable to meet the needs of either a technical or non-technical audience. There exists little room in Technical Writing for slang, colorful metaphors, or long, elegant modifiers.



In Creative Writing, clarity can serve its purpose (just ask Ernest Hemmingway, a writer famous for his
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