Once again I am faced with another dilemma. This class, for the third time today, has forced me to restate why I really find little benefit in completing assignments like this one. I am fucking tired of writing about this particular topic but I will reiterate all I have said already for the benefit of blog readers worldwide.
I have never had trouble with writing, which is not to say that my writing is perfect by any means. I think it started when I learned how to read. Rather than using Hooked on Phonics or some other program designed to encourage me to read, I just did it. The same can be said of my writing. I just wrote one day and I never really thought about it. On one hand, this is great because I find no problems in writing nowadays but on the other, I suffer when it comes to introspective assignments like this one. I really don’t know what makes me the writer I am. Obviously, I can pick my writing out of a group because I am familiar with my own style so I can tell you what tendencies I have when writing. For example, my writing is often disgustingly florid and often filled with unnecessary remarks that often lead to my downfall because I over-exaggerate.
I can tell you that I really am not that attached to what I am writing either. For example, if my teacher tells me that something I am saying really doesn’t work or that I really am not clear enough, I just go ahead and change it until I get it right. Usually the problem doesn’t occur again. You’d think that I’d be thinking about whatever changes I make to my writing but the truth is that I just do it. That’s how I’ve always been as well. I just do writing and that’s all.