Archive | January 2015

Short Scene

I walk into the bathroom, huge fog in the room, I guess the water is really hot. I open the blue curtain, full of rubber ducks, to get in. The water rolls down my back, hits the tub and goes down the drain. On a cold winter day, the water feels amazing, I almost don’t want to move. I just stand there for a little, letting the water hit my back and legs.

Show Don’t Tell

This is my first attempt to revise these next four sentences with sensory detail to show the reader, rather than just telling them.

1.My hometown was a beautiful place to grow up.

1.Playing in my flower filled, green lawn, surrounded by friendly snails and buzzing bees was always my favorite sight to see as a child.

2. Laci had a rather eccentric style.

2. At the party, Laci was seen with a feathered top, sequined skirt and bow tie shoes.

3. Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I have ever had.

3. History was always my least favorite subject, but with Mr. Brown’s grading system and horrible teaching skills, history was much more complicated to everyone in the class.

4. The room seemed very institutional.

4. Four white walls, colorless ceiling, and hardwood floors definitely didn’t make this room too inviting.


Writer’s Autobiography

My name is Sarah Andrews, an average 21 year old. I do not do much of my own creative writing anymore. My “writing” now consists of jotting down what I hear over the phone while talking to a family member of one of my residents, or sending lengthy, boring emails to my directors, regarding specific events that may be happening at the workplace. I also have a communication log, where I write down more personal feelings, or daily events to my fellow receptionists, or sometimes one could even mistake it as a diary.

The writing I was used too in high school was research papers, which were actually my favorites. Research papers are more of “black and white” or “set in stone” with information that does not necessarily change. As where creative writing is more of your own thought process and creativity, which I lack. I remember writing a research paper on Helen Keller, amazing woman I might add. Information on someone will always be the same. Keller’s birth and death will never change. Nor would the fact that she became both deaf and blind by the age of 18 months.

Black ball point pen and white lined paper is all I need to start any form of writing. Make a mess of the paper, with circles and arrows and scribbles everywhere, until I feel it’s good enough to work into an actual piece of writing. I then type everything into a word document and print it, so I can physically feel and grasp my writing. I then make another mess on these papers with my black ball point pen. I repeat this step numerous times, until the finished product appears.