Writing About My Writing

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Writing About My Writing

Writing about writing…when I think about writing, my mind goes directly to writing something by hand and handwriting. My style of handwriting normally consists of cursive, and you will most likely find some of my words written half printed and half cursive. Then I get that pained feeling in my right hand where my writing utensil always makes a dent in my ring finger when I have been writing for some time. To counteract the negative thought, I think of my favorite writing utensil—a Pilot G-2 o7 pen. And of course, I can’t forget that episode of SpongeBob SquarePants where SpongeBob procrastinates about writing his essay for boating class by calling his friends at early AM hours, cleaning his whole house, falling asleep and having a nightmare about unfortunate events, and then his house starting on fire, all because he procrastinated on writing his essay. My brain will also branch off into different things about writing, like the styles of writing and how I used to spell that word; w-r-i-g-h-t-i-n-g. And as I sit here, writing this essay about how I write, at 7:03 PM the night before it is due, it’s safe to say that I procrastinate about writing.

I will definitely start with my procrastination because it is now 9:15 PM and I am currently over at my friend’s apartment just finishing up my second draft. I’m definitely part of the club that dreads school assignments and waits until the very end to start them. I always need the area around me to be clean when I am writing. It makes me feel proper and ready to write my essay, so if that area is a mess, you better believe I’m cleaning it before I start that essay, which then leads myself to the next morning, regretting wasting my time by watching TV (most likely Full/er House, South Park, So You Think You Can Dance and America's Got Talent) and indulging in a lot of cereal and Oreos.

Throughout my high school writing years, I have noticed that I tend to write about the dark side of things, and in detail. I have an idea that I picked that up from reading the Twilight saga in my early teens. One of my essays that I am most proud of was my concentration camp short story in junior high school. My English teacher assigned the class to write a short story about life in a concentration camp during the Holocaust. The short story was to be a minimum of three pages, and, to my surprise, and with my creativity, I made mine ten pages long. I went a little off from the instructions. My story started off with a family waiting in line to board a train to take them to a concentration camp, then ended with the family being separated when they arrived at the camp. Making my short story ten pages long was number three on the list of why I’m so proud of that assignment. First was definitely that I made my story over the page minimum, and second was when my teacher kept my story as an example. This was the point in life where my writing confidence sky-rocketed.

Usually, I get nervous about writing essays. Not just about the deadline, but about how awful my grammar and spelling can be. I am very thankful to live in an era where my computer can fix most of my mistakes. One place where I know my spelling is awful is in my dance notebook. As a dance instructor and choreographer, to remember what I have done, I write every step in a dedicated notebook. Dance has many French terms and if my English spelling is already bad, my French is no better. For example, I used to spell the term “Arabesque” (a body position where a dancer stands on one supporting leg with the working leg extended behind the body and turned out with both knees locked) as “Air-a-besk.” Grammar is also very poor in my dance notebook. When I can’t remember the term for a certain move, it will be named “thing-a-ma-jig” or “turn thing with leg out to the side.” Or, even better, when I don’t want to explain a simple move or pose, I’ll draw stick people.

I really like writing, to an extent. Not only can I pour my emotions out in movement, but I can also pour my heart out onto a piece of paper. Sometimes I write with words, and other times I’ll write with stick figures and shapes. I feel as if I’m always learning new ways to write, whether it deals with work or what I read.

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PollyAnne LeBlanc

21 Minnesotan gal. 

Dancer and Choreographer


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