I Write to Impress, Expose, and Inspire :: Writing Composition

I Write to Impress, Expose, and Inspire I'll just say it, "I like myself." I shake hands with just about every "part" of who I am. I have an admirable supply of self-esteem and I...well,...I show it off. I'll say this, "I'm a pretty decent writer." Of course, that's my own opinion, but I'm modest. I don't think I'm as good as "they" get, nor do I think that I'm as good as I can get. I like manipulating words so that they are comprehended at face-value and understood at a deeper value. I like to be enthusiastic when I write, and I like to project this to the reader. Am I doing that yet, you lovely reader, you? I like who I am, I like to hear myself talk, and I think I speak well. When rereading my introductory paper for this class, I smiled as I remembered typing it the night before it was due. I could tell that I wrote it, and that I had a bit of fun doing so. I used quotation marks around sarcastic, or pun-ny phrases. I used contractions and slang to sound more like "me" than anyone else. I had a flowing, conversational style, as Lanham might put it, with a catchy first sentence and a smile-producing conclusion. I admit that there's obvious theme paper influence within it: I have a definite intro, 4 paragraphs of "discussion," and a predictable conclusion; but I didn't let my creativity sit in the corner. I based my information on my own life, my own experiences, and my own darn opinion. I didn't look in a book for anything for that paper, and yet, it's believable. I think that there is definite magic within words and their organization on a page or in the air. While I think that I'm in control of what I say and what I mean when I say it, I can look back at something I've written and see a different, maybe deeper, meaning. In my intro paper, I can see the frustration about which I write, within the style of my writing. I get excited and poetic when I write about going to school forever to fill those barren 2/3rds of my brain, and when I write about how I'm beginning to know what I want. On the other hand, my writing "slows" in a sort of literary sigh when I write about my lack of dollars and the ambiguous future.