Personal Narrative Essay: How I Become A Good Writer

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Everything in life that we experience effects who we are as a person today. Even if we do not remember all the events that shaped a particular part of our life, we have memories of the events that we believe had the biggest impact. The types or experiences we have both positive and negative help shape us into the types of readers and writers we become. I do not consider myself a writer, it is something that I neither enjoy doing nor am I a good writer. I believe a lot of my poor writing skill has to do with the fact that I only began to enjoy reading about four to five years ago. According to Stephen King in On Writing, in order to be a good writer you must read a lot and write a lot; and I am only just starting to read for pleasure. We …show more content…

Many summer reading books are just uninteresting; so for me reading then became a chore that I was being forced to do. I already had a negative experience with being embarrassed while reading, so then to get one boring book after the other just solidified that reading was not enjoyable. Other than bad summer reading books I was just a very active child, I enjoyed running around and playing sports. I did not have the patience as a child to read, I always wanted to be on the go. In high school for English class I did read a few books that actually held my interest but not enough to make me go out to Barnes and Noble and start buying books; however, it did make me realize that maybe I just needed to find stories and subject matters that I found interesting. The only problem with that was I did not know exactly which types of books I would like and I did not even know where to begin …show more content…

That is why I am not surprised that I would also enjoy the book series she was reading at the time. We were at my aunt’s beach house for a little over week and she would not put down or stop talking about this book. I knew my older cousin enjoyed reading here and there but I never saw her so into the story before. She was reading the true blood series, which is about vampires, I know very typical that a vampire series is what got me hooked on enjoying reading. My cousin kept hounding me to just read it since she had the first book of the series with her anyway, she stated I might as well just give it a try and it would give me something else to do at the beach. Towards the end of the week I gave in; however, I made a deal with her that I would at least read half the book and if I did not like it she had to stop talking about it. As much as I wanted to hate the book and prove her wrong I could not put that book

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