Personal Narrative: Drafts of my Writing Essay -- Narrative Essay Writ

Failing to credit entry either the more or less rewarding or the most distressing aspects of recitation to write would be to tell an incomplete story. I swallow an privileged yet erratic relationship with writing. I am a most ambivalent lover. Stopping to glance at my watch, my fingers still poised higher up the keyboard, I have smiled, amazed to find that I have been in a state of bliss in which hours have passed without my noticing. I have also flushed and sweated as I stared at my computer screen, reading my own text over and over again, vainly trying to ring the criticism I correctly supposed would come.I love, adore, am attached to, am crazy nigh writing. The limitations of words are nowhere more apparent that when I try to describe my pleasure, joy, delight, satisfaction at using, playing with, relishing, wielding them.I know about writing well, the truth is that I sometimes know how to write. How it is that I know how to write is something I dont know a lot about. I am a originative writer and a formal essayist. I am humorous and detrimental serious, courageous and terrified. I write fiction and essay, poetry and prose. That makes me the teller of lies and truths and, possibly occasionally, a bit of Truth. But I am fragile, so fragile.I can write when approval is heaped on me, layered like blankets let on me flannel, cotton, polyester blends, wool and down. Regardless of their weight or numbers, they never smother me or weigh me down. In truth, they barely keep out the drafts. I am grateful to be able to report that I have been disguised tightly in such comforters as Good point . . . very(prenominal) impressive work . . . excellent . . . outstanding job. Very good essay, with lucidness and insight. A strong paper, certainly no... ...I am grateful to her for saying them.Second, I attended the International Womens Writing Guilds summer Conference last month at Skidmore College. Eunice Scarfe, a Canadian unmindful story writer who teaches at the University of Alberta taught a workshop that I was pinched to attend each day. She called free writing the act of writing, and then draw the editing and crafting that follow as the art of writing. That phrase brought a lordliness to what had sometimes seemed to be embarrassingly numerous rewrites. It allows me a little protect from the cold drafts that always threaten.Last, despite the uncertainty I feel about this relationship, despite my anxiety and my loves many warts, complexities and annoying habits, I tuck the blanket around the two of us. I am conflicted, just now still in love and something that I cant preferably name keeps me coming back for more.