Weaver Inspirations
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The Art of Writing The first rule of thumb is to never be intimidated! Writing can be a very personal thing and evolves like any other practiced skill. It can be you invisible ear or you account of experiences and feelings. It can always remain private or can break through the soil to peek out at an audience, when you feel you are ready. Write with passion, write with detail....write with your heart. When starting out it doesn't matter what you write about, just enjoy capturing your thoughts and taking a snapshot of your mind. Never bog your expression and creativity down with grammar or spelling, let it flow. Once your imagination and thoughts have been spent, dress your piece with pressed corners and polished shoes by correcting your grammar and spelling. Now is the time to "dot your I's and cross your T's". Its like adding the accessories when you dress yourself in the morning, earrings, rings, make-up, tie. Add the detail to finish out your work. Think about a time in your life that you don't want to forget, the sites, the sounds, the feelings, the surroundings. How would you write it so that in 20 years, you could pick up your piece of writing, read it and feel you had stepped back in time? I possess a love of writing that is only rivaled by the love I have for my family and my God. A blank sheet of paper is my playground. The blank canvas allows me to experience the passion of creativity and an emotional and intellectual outlet. My tools are often irony, similes, and metaphors. Think of writing as the opportunity to describe your world the way you see it and share your view with others. A way you can express your feelings and your point of view. An Exercise for Creativity Read the passage below: My stomach grumbled and I realized the light was almost gone. I t became obvious I had to act quickly to get settled for the night, while I could still see well enough to prepare. I visually scanned the area to find a place that would provide safety, but also comfort and shelter. The best I could do was a grassy area under a dense cover of branches on a nearby ridge. As I dropped my pack and scrambled to pull out the blanket, the sun melted into the mountainside and disappeared. A cool black velvet shroud drifted across the landscape and settled onto the ground, extinguishing the last of the light in the process. Panic poured over me as I realized I had not yet gathered firewood. To wander around in the dark looking for wood to burn would be foolish. I would have to make do with the wood and kindling within my reach. I swept together a small pile and struck a match watching the flame pop into the night. Thirstily the match licked at the pile of brush, devouring leaf after leaf. Grateful for the limited light, I sprang into motion, unfolded my blanket and arranged it neatly by the fire. I pulled my jacket on to try to keep warm and slipped between the folds of wool. My make shift bead wasn’t nearly as inviting as it promised to be, as I squirmed this way and that trying to get comfortable. Hours slipped by and my stomach sank as the slow crawl of embers consumed all that was left of the brush I had collected. I was not sure if it was the lack of heat or my sheer terror that made it seem as though the temperature had dropped so drastically. Suddenly I was cold, blind, lonely and terrified. I wanted desperately to gather more brush to burn but somehow I was glued to my spot. My arms and legs ignored the commands my mind sent them and my body never moved. The noise from the forest crept up my back, along my neck and taunted my ears. A low rumbling growl could be heard as twigs and limbs snapped under the pressure of what had to be enormous feet. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the blanket over my head. Whatever it was heading in my direction, certain to vanquish me in one large ferocious gulp, wasn’t going to have the satisfaction of knowing I saw it coming! Hot breath, saliva, and then, I felt it nudging my side hungrily. With delightful excitement I realized no teeth penetrated, no pain pierced the covers. In fact whatever it was had actually begun to tickle my side! Maybe it was a trick. I couldn’t stand the suspense any more, I had to peek and see what was standing directly over me. Slowly I inched the blanket down past the top of my head, then below the eyebrows and finally the blanket was just above my mouth. I opened my eyes just as an enormous drop of drool landed on my nose. Consider the situation Freddy has found himself in, write about what you think happens next. Realize that there are as many ideas about what could happen next as there are people to come up with them. There is no right or wrong, there are no limits to your creativity. It is a matter of person perspective but the key is having your reader see the picture you have drawn with your words and THAT is where effective communication comes in. Effective communication through writing takes many forms and has many, many uses. Below is a list of situations where the importance of good communication through writing would make a distinct difference.
Doctors notes and orders to a nurse or other hospital staff A written police report to account for events that took place A memo or requirements of your employees A suggestion or idea to a manager
Although email has mostly replaced the written letter and often grammar and spelling tools are available, communicating your thoughts and intent are a practiced skill. They are very important if you are to be taken seriously and if you are going to be understood. |
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