Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Why I Write

I occasionally find myself in a state where emotions and the deepest feelings within my mind, heart and soul are unable to be spoken. They are felt, but inaudible. They are contained and never freed. They are the essence of words and sounds which never make it past the end of my lips.

Formed in my mind, these inaudible emotions begin to take on structure. Lofty, simple, long, short… they begin to take form. They form shapes. They hollow out sections of themselves. They twist and turn. They start to organize themselves in a straight line. Then, a space- a gap. Then they return. Scrolling along in this straight line, I begin to see more and more of them fly by across my mind’s eye as if they were sheet music on a player piano. Any color painted by these emotions quickly fade into stark black and white. Black figures on white canvas appear, still forming themselves as they scroll through this visible room in my head. Then in an instant, time stops. These figures become clear. They are words! I make out what is a capital letter. I see grammatical structure. I find punctuation. Then within my own mind, I begin to read.

Ever so slowly, the words begin to move again. They scroll from left to right at the speed of my comprehension. I survey each individual letter and space, for each represents a feeling, an emotion begging to be released from the confines of my innermost being. These feelings, these words… they would take much time to speak. The mind forms these feelings into sentences. Dramatic, deep sentences. But the mouth is still unable to speak a thing; not one syllable. But in this silent wordplay of mental composition, a movement is seen. My hand begins to scale a blank canvas. Black ink on white paper. The words begin to scroll from my mind on to the paper in front of me. They suddenly become existent in a form other than what is felt. They are physically seen. They are in front of me. They have expressed what I was unable to speak.

This is why I write.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Freewriting Fun

Creative Writing Class Assignment

These are today's creative freewriting exercises. Just thought I'd share. It was a mind-opening (and fun) exercise! We were given only 5 minutes per section to develop an idea and compose about half a page of hand-written text. Here are my submissions:



What Animal Are you Most Like?

If I were to take the form of an animal, I would find myself being like that of a giraffe. Though I am not physically tall, I have a high perspective of the world - taking in all I am able to see from my point of view and looking down on it - not with a proud heart, but with one that is grateful that I may live in such a place and survive in it.

What Animal Are You Least Like?

Comparing my life to that of an animal, I would find myself to be least like the sloth. Tendencies in my lifestyle are opposite of those possessed by this animal. Being slow to move, hasty to relax - such are not parts of my life. I enjoy and thrive in staying active, keeping busy and being in a constant state of work and moving.

What Plant Are You Most Like?

If I had petals, green leaves and a long stem, I would resemble a plant that looks like a flower, but is indeed... a weed. A dandelion is bright and holds attractive qualities, but it does not merit a standing in a flower category. I am like a dandelion. I may have abilities or qualities that stand out, but I am simple and not part of any type of high society.

What Plant Are You Least Like?

My life in, oddly, a plant form, would be least like that of a rose. A rose is extremely beautiful. I am a simple person. Everything about me is simple and plain. A rose symbolizes deep emotions and beauty and while I may aspire to be like that of a rose, I am not.

What Color Are You Most Like?

The color wheel holds many shades and degrees of color. If this wheel was the cycle of my life, there would be one color: blue. Blue is a calm color with deep feeling. I am a calm person who certainly possesses deep feelings, but they appear as almost neutral. Some days, I may be bright, dark or nearly non-existent. Blue represents my emotional side tied in with my everyday lifestyle.

What Color Are You Least Like?

Colors always complement, but they also always contrast. A contrast color to my lifestyle would be black. This color holds a mysterious "nothingness" to it that represents the unknown - death, fear, loneliness. All of these hold unknown qualities. I am opposite to this color because I seek to make known all questions, to resolve all problems and to keep my lifestyle from any dark area of feeling or thinking.

What Number Are You Most Like?

Numbers allow us to count any amount of things. They also represent many things - such as my life or lifestyle. I am most like the number one. A single number, standing as a representation of one thing at a time. In life, I find the most beneficial way of conducting and composing myself is to take everything one day and one step at a time. It helps me be precise in every moment.

What Mineral Are You Most Like?
(Our teacher had no knowledge of minerals and told us that if we didn't either, we had to simply write something related to minerals that we could think up for this section)

What is a mineral? My knowledge of such things is limited, all except for the fact that I know it is part of what makes up a bigger thing - earth. I am like any type of mineral. Me and my life - who I am - makes up a small part of society and this world. Whatever I may be, I fit in and am useful somewhere. After all, we all have a purpose, like every mineral.


And so concludes ENGL 1150 - Creative Writing - Day One.