I worked with my mom to help. I think it was the right approach. She was there to help fill in some blanks my my memory. Because I don’t remember that happened after I fell. The most difficult part in my writing process was getting the words out of my head. I always forgot the sentence that I was typing. I had my mom type and print what I said then I re-type it. I started the 8th it was not a good approach but life happened. I also had a lot on my mind. At first I did it in my moms room then later in mine. I think it was an ok approach. My house there is thin walls so we always hear our naberiors kids. Maybe next time be out of the house. I fell this this is a really the only thing that I lost. The other stories I was going to write about seem to be things I can get back over time. I think I need to add more descriseion to my hiraeth. Next time I think I need to go some where else.
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Louder by Charice is a love song. she is singing about losing a special someone. "I'm staring out of my window And the rain is pouring down When you left, I was so low" The day I lost a part of my brain. I was with my mom, dad, and older brother we were on vacation for a few weeks. We were visiting my mom’s side of the family in florda. My moms side of the family is most people in the medical filed. What I didn’t is that my dad had a surprise for me. I few miles from your hotel was a horse ranch. I was so happy. I get my riding boots, made some friends and learned about horse. I had loved every second of it. I wind in my hair as I’m galloping on a trail. To see only blurs of green and brown as I pass by only looking a head. My favorite horse was named bunny. Bunny was white with black spots he loved to bite on my riding boots. On the last day of the camp there was I contest. My mom, dad and brother whent with me like they did for the whole time; Just like I was before I just there saddled up and get to the ring. I was doing fine until I hit the ground. I could only hear screaming and only see blackness. The next time I woke up I was in the house the contest was over. On the way back to the hotel I don’t remember much just that I throw up and that my mom ,being a nurse, told my dad to drive to the hospital as she told me to keep my eyes open. i was very sleepy and I think my mom was crying. I had a MRI done on my I we found out that I had a brain tumor right in the center of my forehead. I have lived with in for maybe 5 or more years.
A hiraeth is a story of losing stuff of meaning that you cant get back. Stuff can be anything memories, a person, a object and faith. I have not lost much thankfully. I did lost my memory, my best friend and my first love.
I had lost my memory when I was 8 in Florida. I was with my mom, dad, and older brother we were on vacation for a few weeks. It was a normal until I found something. Something that I can go blind too. Thankfully I have family down there to help out. Now I have many doctors I need to go to every 2 years. I lost my best friend when I was in middle school just about to enter high school. She was my cousin who was one year younger that me. We speated almost every weekend together told each other everything. That was the problem we have a fight over a boy. We had made I plan and then there was I misunderstanding on her part. Now we don’t talk. I lost my first love in middle school I was dating a “bad boy ” he was a white boy. I have always wanted to date one. he like to take control and talk dirty. In my thirteen year old mind he was perfect. He helped me come out of my shell realizing that I was way too timid. Later he moved away. The only thing I could think about was talking with him, my great idea was to give he’s number to a close friend. She then gave me her phone and said I’m sorry but I rejected him. I had stopped talking to him and years later he find me on facebook.
In How Can You Create Fiction When Reality Comes to Call by Carolyn Chute she talks about the daily routen of the day. Also talks about all she wants to do is write. She even personafilys the typewriter ” Typewriter screams” she finally gets to and needs time relax from the day. Her typewriter breaks. Friends and family come and go. In 6 Ways to Be a Hemingway-Level Productive Badass by Drake Baer he talks about 6 habit that Hemingway has while writing. The habits Hemingway has is: standing, hand written notes, wakes up early, works everywhere, and he looks at everything. The major distractions that I face when i attempt to write a paper is: (in order) games, anime, tv/youtube, food and family. Games and anime I cant go a day without, if im stuck on a game or watching a anime season that’s 24 episodes long(seasons can be longer) I cant do anything else until that’s done. Also I play games and watch anime when I get burned out from writing .(they can be a good thing I get more ideas.) Tv/youtube is better I can start and stop it. i do need some kind of noise when writing. I need food (mostly chocolate and chipolte). My family do bug me but if I say im doing homework they leave me alone. I do think I can be a better writer. I just need some help with distractions. 1 do two episodes every hour 2 play a whole level in a game after doing one subject 3 play music or white noise. 4 eat before or during writing. 5 make a sign for when im busy or go elsewhere. 6 take short breaks and go for a run. That way I don’t get burned out. In Joan Didion’s Why I Write she talks about how writing is a act of “secret bully”. She then goes on to talk about how Didion hates the word “intellectual” and besides writing she has other interests but she not an expert on the subject. Joan is simply a writer. Who when she writes she have no idea about a plot or character only a pictures in her mind.
Why do I write? It is simply fun and boring at the same time. When I write for myself I love it I feel free. I’m more of a creative person I like what I like and if I have a passion for in I can talk, write, and text about it for days on end. It also helps get my feeling out. I love anime, games and werewolfs (but I hate twilight). I write reviews of my favorite anime and games. I daydream about werewolfs (sometimes during class sorry Mangini). I can say that most of what I do write is in my head or computer but now that I have a blog ill be posting my reviews. Like I said I have the freedom to do what I want how I want when I want with no worries about word count or if this is off topic. Im always texting my friends about meeting up. Its fun. The no so fun and forced part is for school. The boring part of writing is the essays, research papers, emails, application letter. I hate it. Ill be honest I didn’t like writing my first paragraph mostly because that I had to read something. Like what other students do with essay, I do it just for the grade, I have little to no interests in the topic. That’s just who I am. |
Elisa Blow
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