Archive for the ‘Falling in Love with Writing’ Category

Could this really be love?

I’m not a creative writer. I don’t write cool stories or poetry. Almost all of my writing – aside from personal emails and an occasional mushy card – is formal academic or business writing. So I don’t normally consider myself someone who is “in love” with writing. If I were really “in love” with writing, […]

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A Dead Man to Love

To be completely honest, I fell in love with writing while I was reading. Actually, that’s what probably made me become a writer in the first place. I could narrow it even further…. I fell in love with writing when I read Shakespeare. The first encounter I had with him was The Tempest, which didn’t […]

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Let’s make it “official”: I love/hate writing.

If Writing had a Facebook profile, our relationship status would read, “it’s complicated.” We’re the on-again, off-again type of lovers, and I’m the annoying person who spends too much time complaining about her dysfunctional relationship to third parties rather than dealing with the issues. Writing only comes when it’s convenient for him. Writing seems to […]

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Love at First Blog

I have always loved the idea of writing.  Even as a child, I had a collection of diaries and journals, and with each came the promise of writing every day, in beautiful, legible script, neat and dated, Dear Diary… But, if I found and looked through these now, there would be a clear pattern:  one […]

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if loving you is wrong, I don’t want to write.

So the blog topic for this month is “When do you fall in love with writing?” and all I can think is, what kind of question is that? Whose writing are we talking about? My writing? Someone else’s writing? Writing in general? Let’s rephrase the question. When do you fall in love with anything? WARNING: […]

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The Beauty of Simplcity

When did I fall in love with writing? Let me start off by giving you some context: I come from a family of story-tellers.  My father can stretch a good story out for about an hour if given the opportunity. As a child I was always captivated by the way he’d go on and on […]

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Love, Axel-ly

In the winter of 1972 my friends and I would meet at Hardcastle Pond, lace up white figure skates, and practice axels, figure eights, and crossovers. That year an American woman named Janet Lynn took the Bronze Medal in the Winter Olympics held in Sapporo, Japan. I dreamed of becoming an Olympic ice skater. In […]

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Finding Comfort in Writing: A Personal Look at Personal Writing

When I was in third grade, I started writing in a blue journal with a fluffy kitten printed on the cover. I loved writing in it because that kitten was so cute. The more I wrote in my journal, the more often I would get to look at that kitten and smile. Even at the […]

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He Loves Me; He Loves Me Not

“I think the next little bit of excitement is flying. I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously,nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though […]

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Do You Believe in Love at First Write? (I don’t either…)

When do I fall in love with my writing? The most obvious answer is when I see a big, fat “A” on the top of my paper in red pen. I really do love my writing when it’s deemed successful by my instructors or colleagues, although that’s probably not the best answer because it ignores […]

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