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Writing, writing, and more writing

It's a good thing I enjoy writing. Otherwise, I might be in some serious procrastination trouble right about now. Yesterday, essay 3 for rhetoric was due. Tomorrow, my rough draft of my 8-10 page world cultures research paper is due. I am supposed to be working on my rhetoric research paper daily. And in the meantime, I continue to fill out countless scholarship applications, which all require different essays. Currently, I'm working on a scholarship that requires both an essay and a "creative piece." I'm not sure what I'm going to do for the creative piece. For me, coming up with an idea of what to write about or how to be creative is always the most challenging part of an assignment. That is why I'm struggling with my rhetoric research paper right now or why it takes me just as long to outline a paper as it does to actually write it. I am such a perfectionist when it comes to creativity because creative juices do not naturally flow from my brain. Yet when I start writing, I love it. I love how writing allows me to make sense of the jumbled ideas in my head. I love how influential writing can be, using the power of rhetoric and language. I love how effectively writing communicates, bringing mere words and phrases to life. So, I will continue to write my time away with essays, papers, scholarships, this blog, and journaling, enjoying watching my thoughts and emotions transform into tangible works of art before my very eyes!


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