Why I Write Research Paper
Why I Write
I have never considered myself to be a writer; from a young age, I always believed that this title was reserved for scholarly composers and gifted novelists. I have always enjoyed writing, and always thought I was pretty good at it, though I never took myself too seriously as a so-called “writer”. I can’t say that I have ever deeply pondered my habits, style, and motives regarding my writing, it just never seemed to be a priority. Though now I’m sitting here, pondering all of those things, repetitively asking myself the question “Why do I write?”
If I ever did consider myself a writer, it was most certainly when I was a small child. Composition took up much of my free time from preschool to early grade school, as writing and illustrating …show more content…
I began to shy away from short stories, and discovered that I quite enjoyed writing songs and poems. As school writing became more systematic and objective, I favored this type of writing due to its flexibility, subjectivity, and symbolism. I liked finding unique ways to express my feelings in a way that meant something to me without worrying about rigid grammar, and a clear thesis statement. I never felt the need to share my any of my work, though I had no problem doing so if somebody was ever interested. It was all very personal, and I found that the writing process itself was often therapeutic and just as fulfilling as reading through the finished product. I wrote because I wanted to. I wrote for …show more content…
Every academic writing assignment was dense, tedious, and of little interest to me. Every essay was five paragraphs, every paragraph required a corny transition, and they were never about anything I had any desire to write about. Even poetry seemed become dependent on structure and conformity. Everything school affiliated felt like an impossible competition. Writing quickly became a stressful chore. I learned to put together generic papers about meaningless subjects at the last minute. By my senior year, I felt as though my writing skills had grown poorer. My lack of motivation and interest lead to lack of effort. Despite earning good grades on my writing, I knew it was lacking in substance. I occasionally tried to write on my own time, for myself, but my school experience always discouraged me. Nothing I wrote seemed to be good enough anymore, even without the obligation of a rubric and term
I have never considered myself to be a writer; from a young age, I always believed that this title was reserved for scholarly composers and gifted novelists. I have always enjoyed writing, and always thought I was pretty good at it, though I never took myself too seriously as a so-called “writer”. I can’t say that I have ever deeply pondered my habits, style, and motives regarding my writing, it just never seemed to be a priority. Though now I’m sitting here, pondering all of those things, repetitively asking myself the question “Why do I write?”
If I ever did consider myself a writer, it was most certainly when I was a small child. Composition took up much of my free time from preschool to early grade school, as writing and illustrating …show more content…
I began to shy away from short stories, and discovered that I quite enjoyed writing songs and poems. As school writing became more systematic and objective, I favored this type of writing due to its flexibility, subjectivity, and symbolism. I liked finding unique ways to express my feelings in a way that meant something to me without worrying about rigid grammar, and a clear thesis statement. I never felt the need to share my any of my work, though I had no problem doing so if somebody was ever interested. It was all very personal, and I found that the writing process itself was often therapeutic and just as fulfilling as reading through the finished product. I wrote because I wanted to. I wrote for …show more content…
Every academic writing assignment was dense, tedious, and of little interest to me. Every essay was five paragraphs, every paragraph required a corny transition, and they were never about anything I had any desire to write about. Even poetry seemed become dependent on structure and conformity. Everything school affiliated felt like an impossible competition. Writing quickly became a stressful chore. I learned to put together generic papers about meaningless subjects at the last minute. By my senior year, I felt as though my writing skills had grown poorer. My lack of motivation and interest lead to lack of effort. Despite earning good grades on my writing, I knew it was lacking in substance. I occasionally tried to write on my own time, for myself, but my school experience always discouraged me. Nothing I wrote seemed to be good enough anymore, even without the obligation of a rubric and term