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Reflective Journal During this reflective journal, I will be speaking about the work in which I posted on my York St John blog, focusing on the feedback that I received following my initial ideas and the way that I will develop my writing further in order to make it better. Within this, I shall speak about how the process develops from an idea and then further when somebody has read the work. Within the module, one of my favourite lectures and workshop was “Stage and Radio” that was taken by…

Everyone has his or her own writing process. I believe that my writing process is ambitious because even though I struggle sometimes trying to get started, I don’t panic because I know that I will figure it out eventually. My writing process is like hitting a brick wall but once I get started I find my writing interesting. From the readings, I learned to write everything down in my first draft and not be ashamed of what I write. As you walk into my bedroom, the first thing that you see is my…

Reflection When I first registered for this class I knew I was facing a challenge. I took this class because I was looking forward into improving my creativity as a writer and learned more about the different styles of writing. Looking back at the goals I set for myself in the beginning of the class I would gladly say I have some what accomplished them. My goals in the beginning of the class was to improve my writing by becoming more of a show and not tell kind of writer. I also put down that…

So Sad.” convey the compulsion of writing. The speaker’s pen begs for the chance to write, “Use me. Use them. Write/ their stories” (Wicker 41). The use of italics is to convey to the reader the internal dialogue of the speaker as a writer; they have a drive to craft stories from the inspiration around them.…

different grocery items (milk, eggs, bread, orange juice, strawberries). I then asked Cassie, “what can you do to learn and remember the items of groceries on the list?” Cassie responded with, “maybe a list.” I then stated, “what if we didn’t have paper or pens, how would we remember these five items?” Cassie responded with, “by creating a song.” I then asked Cassie to create a song that included the five grocery items. I gave Cassie as much time as she needed in order to create a song. When she…

the one the judge raved about so much. I was the one who made her cry. I was the winner of the Editor’s Choice Award. Four years ago, as a seventh grader, I was sitting in the auditorium of Garfield Middle School as a participant in the Power of the Pen district competition. After the competition, I learned the benefit of trying new things and how it helps not only me, but others as well. When I was in the seventh grade I had a few close friends but was shy around many others. I spent a…

Placing the pen on paper, I commit to a series of ideas that are unknown to me. Placed before me, the prompt rests on the desk and a pencil erases away my mind, static fills the void in my head. I read and I read. I read the prompt; I read the context; I write my notes and a bundle of ideas blossom in my mind. I struggle to transfer my thoughts into comprehensive sentences that will fully encompass my understanding of the subject. Every single time I walk out the door, my once busy mind flooding…

Click, clack, sigh. Click, clack, click, clack, click, click, click, these familiar sounds of keys working harmoniously with my hand’s every movement, signifies the formation of an essay. My fingers drumming the keyboard have filled up my freshman days through every paper I wrote. On account of these repeated actions, I have developed as a writer and with it the quality of my work. As shown through the evolution of my essays this year, I truly believe my writing has blossomed because I have…

equally strange to see the amazing number of typographical errors – more then I have ever made before. But, let me back up first and explain. Long ago (not too long ago), I used to write exclusively on the computer and the thought of picking up a pen and writing again was just not present. When I did write longhand it seemed to be cumbersome. It was fine for a grocery list but for anything substantial my wrist ached. Most of my writing was confined to work related documents: manuals, briefs,…

My daughter has always loved to write. At first it was in childish scribbles, done in crayon or finger paint, but for her eighth birthday I bought her a beautiful calligraphy pen, and now it’s almost all she does. She’ll sit in her room for hours, writing until she runs out of ink or comes down to dinner. She’s started school again recently, and despite my initial worries she’s made so many friends; she has one over every few days, and each time a different one. They play all day, and for the…