Rita McCann
Literary Narrative
“What is writing?” was a question our class was posed with a few weeks ago. Obviously, the topic of discussion is very broad, but it can be dissected and closely examined. Over the course of this year, I have realized more how my writing is very presentational. That makes sense. My passion lies in performance, so it is appropriate that my writing reflects that exact type of drive. Out of the seven patches we have been given to create this quilt of a paper, I’ve chosen pieces that can create a paper possessing a performance spine.
A sentence starts like….the first note of a song. Better yet, it starts like the overture before a musical. The sound of all the instruments setting the mood and giving a sneak-peak for the performance about to be viewed by the audience, is like the opening of a sentence or paragraph. The audience is anticipating what is to come, as all writers hope their readers will do the same. I began this essay by stating a question that readers will be drawn to because, although it is not being asked to them, they will think it directed towards them. Either way they get to think on that question, even when they read into how it was truly a question I had been asked. The overture prepares the audience for the wonderful art that they are about to behold, by providing their ears with an overview of the music from the show, similar to a successful opening sentence keeping readers engaged.
Constructing a thought-out introduction is a lot neater when you can see. However, writing in the dark for seven minutes can yield pretty naturally creative results. The following piece is an altered version of the piece I wrote in the dark:
The story-telling pro in my family is my Daddy. I feel as though my sister and I tell stories pretty well, from growing up always listening to his and observing the way he entertains us. There are stories about Lojo at his job in the planetarium, the ever classic how i met your mother story, the tomato soup Godzilla and King Kong story, and a library of other stories both fictitious and true. One that I can relay pretty well, is one of my favorites.
I was sitting on my Uncle Honey's front porch, you know? A simply beautiful summer day. My whole family was over for a swim in his pool, and I was taking a break to sit on the porch, dry off in the sun, and watch people walk by. It was a quiet neighborhood, and I was just sitting and relaxing, when all of a sudden I heard this faint "Buzza Buzza Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz...Buzza Buzza Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz." I looked all around and could not match the very faint song I was hearing. I listened around to try and find where the song was coming from when I noticed a knothole in the wood of the front porch. I put my eye up to the hole in one of the slim front pillars and, to my surprise, saw a little bee with a towel drying off his bee bum after his shower. He was dancing and drying to the rhythm of his buzzing tune, until he saw my huge eye poking into his bathroom. He looked right at me and let out a "hmph!" in surprise and embarrassment right before whapping me in the eye with his towel. "OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEE!" I began to howl as I covered my stinging eye. My dad came out with a big old stake and made me hold it on my eye to help the pain subside. That little singing bee really got me good!
This prompt was the most appealing to me because it was retelling a story that had been presented to me many times by the best storyteller in my family. I honestly believe that my story telling style can be much accredited to my father. My father is also a performer, and I feel as though being brought up in a home full of music and being on stage really set me on the current path toward my pursuit in theatre.
I am a writer. Reflecting upon my blog that I wrote about if I am a writer or not, I decided that in writing that response, I was exemplifying being writer. I had written that I might not be a writer and merely just an actor playing the part of a good writer, but I have loved writing my life. I think that writing is a wonderful outlet, and I’ve found it very therapeutic throughout all of the stress in my life. Writing has been the assignment, exam, or project that I have always looked forward to completing.
If I were to give advice to future students, I would tell them that they are writers. If you are skilled enough to exercise the art of writing, you should do so and express yourself through words. If you cannot express yourself through painting, singing, acting, dancing, sketching, or any other form of art, you can write. Writing is so vast, and there are so many forms to master or even invent. Take the time to write for fun. Keep a journal. It isn’t stupid to write, and remember that you have the choice to share or keep private what you compose. Take the chances you are given to write, and let your thoughts out onto the page and/or into the world.
I write because I love to, have to, and want to. As a scholar, I am required to write in order to complete tasks and get grades to help me towards a brighter future. I write because I want to do well in writing. I feel compelled to write things down to remember them, apply them to larger works, and organize my life. I love writing because I can express myself and put onto solid paper what I am thinking in my head. I can keep what I write private or share it. Writing is something that I can work on, improve, and be proud of. Writing is a different way for me to perform.
