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I could see myself publishing novels later in my life but not as career. I want to decide what who I'm going to be after college and I want to finish grad school before I start with my first novel. I have started it, but its a long way to go before I finish it, I do work on it from time to time, but not like 10 pages a day. I do however appreciate the art of writing so much so that I will enjoy writing my novels when the time comes.

I know I said I will be writing about my guitar essay, but I decided to write on this nature essay for a change. For the nature essay In the beginnings, before I began to write this nature essay, I started to look for a focus.I didn’t know much about nature or the outside and I could've gone with talking about rain but I wanted to talk about my cockatiel Spicy since she is very dear to me. I began to think about the early times of me and the bird and decided that the focus was going to be the psychological aspects of having a pet. This paper is about my first draft however it may include tidbits about my second revision. I organized my ideas based off of this dream I invented-knowingly pushing the limit of the genre but I decided to give it a shot. Unfortunately for my revision, I replaced the dream sequences with meditation sequences where I laid in bed thinking about my cockatiel in a more biological and specifically natural manner. Also, it is good to note that both versions mov...

I'll be writing about my guitar essay. I feel like I have more to talk about in this paper, not only in the paper itself, but in a reflective paper as well. I have to remember to include the assignment requirements into the reflective piece. There is a grave importance in knowing the foundation of ones focus before beginning to write and following guidelines can most assurdly control ones paper. THis could change though as I am tired of writing about my guitar...

My relationship to my material allowed me to think about my experience differently for each time I created the piece. The reason for this is because of the fact that when I recalled the material for my first draft, I had recalled most of the materials in a more summarized state encompasing more facts. The the revised draft, I recalled the same materials and facts but then I recalled even more about my experience. I also was able to make more clearly defined connections between the materials I recalled and I think that this made it look a little more coherent than my first draft.

For the nature essay 1. Find a focus 2. Write out a brief for the paper 3. Organize brief into an outline form 4. Start writing 5. While writing make sure words relate to topic 6. When finished with one point examine how to bridge into another point\ correctly 7. Repeat procedure until paper is satisfactorily finished I did'nt know much about nature or the outside and I could've gone with talking about rain but I wanted to talk about my cockatiel Spicy since she is very dear to me and so I started thinking about what was going to be the focus of the essay. I began to think about the early times of me and the bird and decided that the focus was going to be the phsycological aspects of having a pet. I organized it based off of this dream I invented-knowingly pushes the limit of the genre but I decided to give it a shot. So the entire essay moved around this dream while still I tried to push the focus forward which was, of whether or not it was right for us to treat animals a...

My Cockatiel from Aussie Spicy is her name. I wonder if she ever lived in Australia. I wonder if even her parents did. I wonder even if her grandparents did. And I wonder if cockatiels ever really knew this. Spicy was brought from Animals and Things. She was about 6 months old when me and my brother took her out of the display cage. She was the more timid of the two, there was another in there with here but she did not look too appealing. My brother picked this one because he said she was peaceful. I said to myself “A peaceful prisoner, freed from this prison to be transferred to another prison at our house”. My brother had to go and buy a bird I thought to myself. Why does he like buying pets only to not pay attention to them? He went to the cage section of the store and picked out this blue cage too short but narrow enough I guess. He barely had enough to walk out of the store with his new pet and its new prison or cage. Well...

Rhetorical Analysis of Publication Venue 1. Analysis of a publication venue. http://msupress.msu.edu/journals/fg/index.php?Page=home Explores creative nonfiction. They welcome personal essays, nature essays, essays about travel and journalism at a maximum length of 8000 words. Reading date are August 15th to November 30th 2. Description of one story…

The fresh air of a beautiful spring afternoon, turning evening, in the middle of an open field, not stale, muggy, but unsullied and cool, is wonderful for flying RC helicopters. All of them put together sound like an orchestra of a mix between a lawn mower and bees too close to ones ear, all buzzing around in the fresh open air of a wonderful spring day in New Jersey. One such RC helicopter is now flying inverted or upside down and is only about 30 feet above my head. I could hear its buzzing sound almost as if I could hear each individual blade spin around and around. The pilot then cocks the toy back into straight flight and speeds off towards the direction of the sun. “How can you see it?” I ask in interjectionally, as if I knew better than his experience. “You don’t. You have to bring her down below the trees or launch higher.” He is standing to my right next to be almost yelling because of the buzz of the other helicopters. I then see the tiny helicopter bounce up of the blinding ...

An extreme version detailing a story about the study of a bird from Australia. It is sort of a documentary but the purpose of this piece is to show how a wild cockatiel can be tammed to live inside a house and be completely dependant on a humans for its means of survival.

Beginning or Intro- The experience of a man flying an RC- Helicopter through a reporters perspective. Reporter describes everything almost as if he was the man being described. From here branches of to a conversation with the man asking him if what he experienced was worth the $3K. the man does not answer only looks up at the sky. Ascen- Cluster stats, facts and specs of hobby. Cover all areas- more specifically cost vs performance /parts. accessibility/availability to newcomers. Flying one- from beginners to advanced plateau- Learning the cost v enjoyment of hobby. The answer to the question raised by reporter in the beginning. decceleration- explanation of hobby v really flying-helicopters- cater the hobby,definite connection with the real thing End- Reporter tries to fly the mans helicopter...

There should'nt be not even an ounce of purported truth in an authors work of non-fiction. The truth in a work of non-fiction should be deterministically true. If not, then the author is accountable for mutating the genre of non-fiction and contorting it into fiction. I mean really, there is nothing like reading a book and sharing emotions between what an author experienced only to find out that it was made up.

After reaing the article about Frey, I did re-think whether or not I cut around the corners in telling the truth in my essays. I really so believe that an author is responsible for the truth he or she writes as being true. Authors must tell write about the truth according to their own experience otherwise then they aren't writing honestly and when someone finds out about it their career could be in trouble. If the author publishes a work as non-fiction, then it should all be factual according to the author's experience. I amde sure I wrote the truth in my essays according to my experiences and I wrote it to be non-fiction; which means that it is true and is what happened to me. I do not believe that if an author were to write about non-fiction about himself and writes it honestly anyone should be offended since it is based on truth and the only reason why they would be hurt would be if they told the author not to write about them and they did or they know what the author wrote ...

A Memoir of Love Forget about this I’m going to talk about something interesting, about something perplexing, about something extraordinary, and then promising. Perhaps the one thing I wish I could do better in is in school. The reason for this change in topic is because I finally decided on a something to talk about the issues I have with regarding my school experience. I remember telling myself that I was going to rapidly pick something to focus on and then write the memoir. But this was not the case. The real issue here was relentless contemplating of the focus I wanted to head towards and my stubbornness. Stubborn because I did not want to pick something that would venture into my soul; I was not in the mood to do this for some number of reasons. Nevertheless, my journey at Kean started around September of 2004 and I was freshman. I was a freshman at a new place of learning. A place where young minds as myself would walk to class and walk out of class more educated each time. I rem...

Hey, what if Frey told the real truth in his book about his life. I don't think anyone would find it too interesting. I also think that the author of a said book is responsible to clarify the truth exaggerated or bended in the book by adding a section at the end or in the begginning that has the real truth of a said matter. I remember reading "The Da Vinci Code" and in the begginning it said that everything in the book is based on facts, so in order to protect the authors reputation I believe that one could include a section such as the latter only stating the opposite. The truth is, truth is whatever is based on facts and is real according to a sane person. There are differences in perspectives only because there are different ways on viewing things based on numereous reasons such as bia, up-brringings, etc. In non-fiction it is very difficult to round corners. I believe it could be done but must only be done if one could "get away" with it. Such as an instance...

My personal essay, My first real instrument is about when I first got my guitar, my feelings about, and what my desire was to do with it. My audience is the reader, it wasn't myself. What I wanted to do is make the reader understand how I felt about the guitar especially when I first got it, and I think that my response to the dialogue in the story helps in that it adds a nother dimension to my feelings. When I started to write the essay I was going either express how difficult it was to learn guitar or express my feelings about playing it and learning it for the first time. But when I started writing it, I saw that there was a gap between trying to write about how difficult it was to learn to play and writing about my disapointment with it. So I really decided to try and merge the two areas into one. To do that I had to make a stronger setting or intro and in the middle of writing the intro, I knew that in the end I was going to be sacrificing either of the two areas- them being e...

I trying to find something to write about but am having trouble. Does a memoir have to be in the present tense speaking of something in the past or in the past tense speaking as if it were in the present?

Here I am looking at my guitar from the across my room. I’m sitting here just staring at the instrument. It looks like a cherry. The bottom of it reminds of one, with its stem being the neck of the guitar. Well, it’s actually just a red Fender Squire and it’s not my first guitar. My first is standing up against another wall in my room just to the right of my Squire. The body is still all shiny. It’s an old acoustic Harmony; I remember when I first got it. You should’ve seen the look in my eyes. It was a look of surprise and excitement without a doubt but I wonder if anyone really saw my expression. Oh of course I was excited, but I was all uneasy for some reason. The box was too wide! Everyone was staring at me, my mom, dad, family, and my grandma. I was sixteen years old. My first guitar in their eyes, well it was my first guitar in mine as well. “Ma, c’mon!” I droned as she and my grandmother spoke in the front of the car about Christmas and who is ...

Yeas anyone ever senn the Village?

Yeah, I went to ShopRite yesturday for some grocery errands my mother had me do.