Good writing has a purpose, creativity, organization, and a clear point. The writing should flow, be original and keep your audience interested. It should also have correct punctuation, spelling and proper grammar. There should be a focal point and know the subject you are writing about. There should also be revising and final editing, to pull out your best ideas. This is what I consider good writing to be.
As far as my own writing, this is a learning process. My organization skills are improving. My writing is original, because they are my thoughts. I do not think I will be a published writer however, it will help me in all the writing I do. My biggest problem is with using correct punctuation and proper grammar. I tend to have too many run on sentences and fragments in my writing. I intend to improve these things as I learn more about writing.
I enjoy reading the writings of Maya Angelou. It does not matter if it is her poetry or one of her books. They are always interesting and grab you in the first paragraph
As you begin to read her poems, you get the feel of exactly what she is writing. It makes you visualize. Here are a few lines from one of her poems, Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Her writing has a purpose, it is organized and it is clear and to the point. It flows and you flow with it.
The things about her books are they do not follow what is considered by most correct and proper grammar. The grammar never comes into play some much visualization. Nevertheless, the writing is so good that her style is not compromised.
http://www.africawithin.com/bios/maya/still_i_rise.htm
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Yesterday, Today and Forever cont. Part 3
The song that I love, A Change Gone Come by Sam Cooke has many memories for me. The most special being, that my dad, John Frank Scott, introduced it to me.
Though this song has come to mean more to me than just a song many of the feelings it invokes from me is because of my dad. He always taught me to be aware of the things going on in the world that would affect the way I lived my life.
Like most daughter’s my dad meant the world to me. Even though I was the oldest I was daddy’s little girl. He was always my greatest hero and champion. He raised all seven of us to be strong individuals.
My dad passed away eleven years ago, after never fully recovering from a stroke. He was the kind of man who when he talked you listened. Even if you did not agree, you listened. He had a presence about him, and he was not a large man. He was by certain standards a little man, standing five foot five and weighing at his heaviest one hundred forty pounds.
After his stroke, there was not a lot of talking. You could put on some old R & B music and you could see a change come over him. He would try to sing or hum along with the music that had given him so much joy. The thing was, even before his stroke he could not sing his way out of a rain barrel. He loved music and even played a mean guitar but the man could not hold a tune.
With everything else, that this song means to me it will always remind me of what a great father he was. I often wonder what he would think about the other artists who have remakes of this song. I know some of them he heard because they were some of his favorite’s artist. However, knowing my dad some he would just raise hell about the way some did not sing something right.
If no one ever listened to the song I love, it would not matter. I will always love the song because of my hero, my daddy.
Though this song has come to mean more to me than just a song many of the feelings it invokes from me is because of my dad. He always taught me to be aware of the things going on in the world that would affect the way I lived my life.
Like most daughter’s my dad meant the world to me. Even though I was the oldest I was daddy’s little girl. He was always my greatest hero and champion. He raised all seven of us to be strong individuals.
My dad passed away eleven years ago, after never fully recovering from a stroke. He was the kind of man who when he talked you listened. Even if you did not agree, you listened. He had a presence about him, and he was not a large man. He was by certain standards a little man, standing five foot five and weighing at his heaviest one hundred forty pounds.
After his stroke, there was not a lot of talking. You could put on some old R & B music and you could see a change come over him. He would try to sing or hum along with the music that had given him so much joy. The thing was, even before his stroke he could not sing his way out of a rain barrel. He loved music and even played a mean guitar but the man could not hold a tune.
With everything else, that this song means to me it will always remind me of what a great father he was. I often wonder what he would think about the other artists who have remakes of this song. I know some of them he heard because they were some of his favorite’s artist. However, knowing my dad some he would just raise hell about the way some did not sing something right.
If no one ever listened to the song I love, it would not matter. I will always love the song because of my hero, my daddy.
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