The biggest thing that I learned this summer, that was quite shocking to me, is that I no longer “want to be a writer”, I “am a writer” and probably more importantly, I “want to be a better writer”! Throughout my entire life, I have never written anything that I expect others to want to read. Through this class, I found my voice. It may still be weak, and mild, and reserved, and my entire shell may not have been cracked, but I have certainly made headway towards finding my voice, and finding my life as a writer.
I am very proud of my pieces so far. They may still be in draft forms, but I have come to accept that as okay. I have learned that my brain thinks things are in draft form, even if others would say that they are complete, and that is also okay. I am also so proud of my blog. I never thought I would get there, but I did! Blogging is something I grew up with, but I never imagined myself as a “blogger”, but I have made it over the hurdle, and my blog is finally something I think I can be proud of!
From my writing group particularly, I learned a lot from hearing other member’s stories, and I realized sad stories deserve to be told just as much as humorous or happy ones. From my reading group, I learned that differences of opinion are just as common as differences in teaching styles, and writing styles! Regardless, we meshed together a presentation that I could be proud of, regardless of our different backgrounds and what we brought to the team.
I don’t really want to rehash any revisions we already suggested for the 2017 Cohort, but I do want to place an overemphasis on our sacred writing time and our writing marathon. We need more time like that! I would spend another week or two together with a cohort if it included more time to write, receive feedback, and be inspired by this amazing city.
Found Words 