There are probably some things I can blog about every day. One of the better things about this being my blog, I can decide what's blog worthy & what isn't. Most of what goes on in my life on a daily basis isn't, so much. The whole purpose of this thing, to write. Write, write, and write. I just have to consider my topics. But really, do I have to? One of the things that drives me forward is "free writing". It's what opens my mind up - even if what rolls under my fingers on the keyboard is blather.
In my writing course at school, we're working on a personal narrative. I keep telling myself I don't like writing about my life, yet it's what I do here. Ha haaaaa! Is this easier? Yes, because it's free writing, not structured writing. Our first draft of the narrative is due on Wednesday. Then we get to participate in a peer review. I like that part, when it's effective. If the person critiquing my paper is afraid to be honest about what they read, then I can't make it right. We've only done this once, so far - critiqued. A bit more practice is in order because I don't believe I am an authority on the process of writing. I can only critique a paper based on what I, the reader, want to be reading.
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