Reflection

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I often think of writing as a foolproof way of de-cluttering my mind. It's logical enough: if you can articulate your burdens with words, then maybe the words will take some of the burden with them. But this isn't always true. Sometimes writing is my enemy. Sometimes it's not only hard to write, but writing in fact worsens my stress. Sometimes I focus so intensely on one sentence or word or letter that it distorts my entire sense of time. In other words, sometimes I simply hate writing.

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Working on these experiments, however, evolved me into a stronger writer. I have grown more knowledgable about writing styles, grammar rules, and genre conventions. I have become more spontaneous and learned to trust my gut. Writing is an extreme sport, and I am excited to hone my fluency.

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