Drafting is the process of putting one’s thoughts into words and then onto paper. To begin writing, individuals must organize their thoughts into something that makes since. Drafting is important because it allows writers to establish the foundation of their writing. If one’s thoughts is not written down, then what is the point of it of them? No one, other than them will ever know what they are thinking. In order for the writer to better them self and the final product, there is more than one draft to be made during the drafting process. I cannot arrange my thoughts into a sequence that makes since to others. I know what I want to say, but my brain will not allow it. My vocabulary is very limited because I am not much of a talker, and I stay to myself. In the eighth grade, my class read this book called Shabanu, Daughter of the Wind. It was about a family who lived in a desert that bordered Pakistan and India. My class had a debate on whether we agreed with their morals or not. I mostly listened and agreed with what everyone else said.my once asked me for my opinion, and I was at a loss for words. When my mom tries to “talk” to me, I usually sit there and listen. She ask me questions like, “What do you think?” or “How do you feel?” I usually respond with, “I do not know” or just by shrugging my shoulders. When it comes time for me to talk, it is hard for me to express my thoughts and/or feelings. If “true” writers are given a
Drafting is the process of putting one’s thoughts into words and then onto paper. To begin writing, individuals must organize their thoughts into something that makes since. Drafting is important because it allows writers to establish the foundation of their writing. If one’s thoughts is not written down, then what is the point of it of them? No one, other than them will ever know what they are thinking. In order for the writer to better them self and the final product, there is more than one draft to be made during the drafting process. I cannot arrange my thoughts into a sequence that makes since to others. I know what I want to say, but my brain will not allow it. My vocabulary is very limited because I am not much of a talker, and I stay to myself. In the eighth grade, my class read this book called Shabanu, Daughter of the Wind. It was about a family who lived in a desert that bordered Pakistan and India. My class had a debate on whether we agreed with their morals or not. I mostly listened and agreed with what everyone else said.my once asked me for my opinion, and I was at a loss for words. When my mom tries to “talk” to me, I usually sit there and listen. She ask me questions like, “What do you think?” or “How do you feel?” I usually respond with, “I do not know” or just by shrugging my shoulders. When it comes time for me to talk, it is hard for me to express my thoughts and/or feelings. If “true” writers are given a