My Journey As A Writer Analysis

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My journey as a writer
I was raised in a family were bookshelves did not exist, and books were rarely seen. If there were bookshelves they would only be useful for homemade crafts such as pottery, art pot, ceramic vases and many more that were handmade by my grandmother and my mother. Watching my grandmother create something new every day was inspirational. Sitting by her side, feeling as wonderful as she felt was unspeakable. I remember my grandmother’s sweet voice whispering to my hear “baby you were made for this”. As a child growing up the thought of become a writer was never my priority, the only time I remember holding a pen or pencil to write with was in school. At home the young kids in my family like myself were force to put crafting as their major goal whether they like it or not. We were taught that crafting was the only way to find inner peace and the only way to express ourselves. Writing would always be the least of our concern. …show more content…

Throughout middle school I never did like the idea of writing papers specially given by instructors with unbearable topics. Coming with an impress thesis statement and with an inspiring conclusion were the main issues in my writings. The body paragraphs weren’t fully well written because of my lack of focuses in the subject but somehow, I tend to always succeed my way through with an A or a B the least is a C. Couples of times my grade for English classes had me thinking maybe I’m not as awful as I think I am as a

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