Composing for me begins in a similar way to working out. At first I get really excited and pumped up to go get super fit and healthy, but when the time comes for me to approach the gym and do the hard work, suddenly more pressing tasks seems to surface. However, once I finally drag my unmotivated soul to the gym, I leave feeling inspired in a way.
Composing is a similar process in this way. I see the end result of a really amazing essay or perfectly rhyming poem but then realize that it will take a few drafts and a surplus of time to reach the end. I always seem to forget that once I actually accomplish the laborious task of composing, I am genuinely proud of my writing.
I usually start out with the big picture in mind, and then I realize I have to take into account mundane things such as grammar and spelling. I will write the main idea on a page and then start bullet pointing from there, making sure everything flows well consecutively and coherently. My process is similar to outlining and brainstorming with a dash of looping.With everything I write, I try to get as much information out of my head and onto the paper that I can, and then I walk away literally and give it some time to leave me so I can return with fresh inspiration. From then I form sentences under each point and throw in a bunch of really fancy words I had just googled. This is where I get uninspired, especially when I make the mistake of checking my reading level in the word count box. But I press on. After churning out words on top of words to make these things that used to be educated sentences, I read my work out loud and double check for any grammar mistakes.
After being reviewed by my biased eyes, I turn it into my teacher to either violate my masterpiece with red markings or to call me after class and insist I publish it immediately to the Cambridge University Press. In reality, I end up emailing it to my grandparents.
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