I remember starting this creative writing class thinking I didn’t have any story to tell or share and wondered how I was going to pass the class, since I knew what I was getting myself into. I actually just hoped for the best.
As class progressed and we read Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg book, I was hooked. It was such a magical book. Everytime I opened it, I was transported into a coveted world of writers, full with secrets only writers know and I felt welcomed to know those secrets. In one of the readings, Natalie Goldberg said, anything ordinary can be extraordinary. This phrase stuck with me. Scribbling itself over and over in my memory. At first, I thought, how can something ordinary become extraordinary. The thing itself …show more content…
For this assignment I found myself stuck because I did not think I had any interesting or powerful life story to tell. My life felt mundane compared to the memoirs I have been privileged to read or even compared to nuggets from the lives of my friends. I knew I searched the secret vault of my hippocampus and still could not find a story to blot the paper black. No experience of great loss, heart break, or parent’s divorce to draw inspiration from. I also do not like to write about myself, so the assignment had already started on shaky grounds. Time was wasting and I was panting. Since I do not like writing about myself I decided to try a different angle and maybe try about an object. And that was how Me and My Bucket can to be. Honestly I was quite surprised by the piece because I felt like I had taken a simple ordinary experience and turned it on its head with legs kicking. Every time I worked on that story, I wondered how I weaved a story from a plastic bucket. A bucket I drowned in a sea of memories, only to resurrect. How? I did not know how that story came to life, but I finally understood that anything ordinary can indeed become extraordinary. That definitely changed my perspective on writing. Taught me not be too hard on myself before the writing process even begins and to remember that a novel starts with a thought, which at the time probably seemed
As class progressed and we read Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg book, I was hooked. It was such a magical book. Everytime I opened it, I was transported into a coveted world of writers, full with secrets only writers know and I felt welcomed to know those secrets. In one of the readings, Natalie Goldberg said, anything ordinary can be extraordinary. This phrase stuck with me. Scribbling itself over and over in my memory. At first, I thought, how can something ordinary become extraordinary. The thing itself …show more content…
For this assignment I found myself stuck because I did not think I had any interesting or powerful life story to tell. My life felt mundane compared to the memoirs I have been privileged to read or even compared to nuggets from the lives of my friends. I knew I searched the secret vault of my hippocampus and still could not find a story to blot the paper black. No experience of great loss, heart break, or parent’s divorce to draw inspiration from. I also do not like to write about myself, so the assignment had already started on shaky grounds. Time was wasting and I was panting. Since I do not like writing about myself I decided to try a different angle and maybe try about an object. And that was how Me and My Bucket can to be. Honestly I was quite surprised by the piece because I felt like I had taken a simple ordinary experience and turned it on its head with legs kicking. Every time I worked on that story, I wondered how I weaved a story from a plastic bucket. A bucket I drowned in a sea of memories, only to resurrect. How? I did not know how that story came to life, but I finally understood that anything ordinary can indeed become extraordinary. That definitely changed my perspective on writing. Taught me not be too hard on myself before the writing process even begins and to remember that a novel starts with a thought, which at the time probably seemed