I would like to start this off with an apology for it being late and the odd direction it is set. It is simply a branch that I felt needed to be discussed and will maybe help things out a bit. So without further ado. I will start with a simple quote and lead forward. "if you don't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?"
Monday, was very interesting to me. A writer came to speak in the auditorium. I was lucky and able to speak with her in person after the assembly. She said many things in which, I digress, will stay secret. But in what she said. She inspired me to do this piece. She told me, to connect with the reader beyond what you already can, it helps for the reader to know you. These words enthralled me, she was captivating. Even though our eras were years apart, I couldn't help but feel like she really knew what I was talking about. That in itself is a gift. So I decided, I would take her advice. Maybe to better connect with you, the reader, I should share to you. My own personal past involving writing. Here we go!
For the duration of my life, almost everyone that has taught me has said "you're brilliant." I wont say I agree, I won't say I disagree. But I've always been praised on my subjects... That is, besides writing. I was always a straight A student in anything you threw at me, but writing I was lucky to get a C. I was terrible at it. I hated it, I refused to do it, I even went as far as to stop imagining. I truly despised everything about it. Till one day, I was introduced to poetry. Writing in which there are no rules. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed writing without rules. Shortly after I stumbled upon photography. In which I learned how to create a picture, with the little things over the obvious. These two subjects set a mold on which everything else is built.
I love to read, I always have. And reading gave me that opportunity to learn word choice, paragraph structure, and expression. I remember one specific day that changed my writing. I was sitting in a corded hammock. The cool summer air was sweet upon my lips and the warm air had lulled me into a half slumbering state. Suddenly I had an idea, what if, I meshed all the things I loved about writing into one? Surly I would love it and so would my teachers! Right? Wrong. My teachers disapproved my, off-the-path-approach, but I loved it. I loved it so much I couldn't stop. I then began to mold exactly the unique style I love and express. I use minute stanzas in which I describe scenes that add just a sweet flare. I added words that were fun, intelligent and interesting to add that extra zing to the sentence. Lastly I added the style of breaking rules into my paper. I write simply exactly how I would say it. There are run ons, choppy parts, weaker and stronger sentences. But this formula, it helps me express things in writing, which others cannot because their rules don't allow it.
Then as of recent, I took a class under the super-vision of Mr. Brian Wilson. I don't dislike the guy, but he isn't my favorite either. Anyhow, he praised the rule breaking style, in this class, my writing ability increased ten times over, easily. He loved what I was doing and I loved writing it. His approach of, throwing you out of your nest before telling you how to fly, really helped me flourish and with his push I managed a deeper meaning to my own words. Writing has taught me a great many things. I have learned more about myself in my own work then I have ever before thought I could. Writing is a beautitious way to speak what you really wish to display. It is a wonderful art form. And often I hear the question "hoe do you write like that?" Thats simple enough, I just say whats on my mind just how I think it. I urge everyone to create their own style, don't take mine. It works for me and how i think. But it may not work for you. It is better to be hated for yourself then loved for being someone you're not.
Once again, I'm sorry it's off the path of expectations AND it's late, but it felt right to post. This is probably one of the most difficult pieces I've ever wrote because no one thinks about what they've changed for themselves. It just doesn't happen, so that made this piece very hard to write. Not to mention I hate at all sounding concurred so I wish to say that I am under no belief that I am better then anyone else. Art has no better or worse, you can't be judged on expression. Thank you for your time and struggling through this painful piece I crafted. I'll end with a quote just as I began " the mark of an immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for it." As always thank you for your time I love more then anything that people count on Monday's for my blogs. It means more then you guys and girls know. It really means the world to me.
-Yours truly
Kyle Tisdall
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