As I twist my mind around the idea of creativity, I can’t help but to give imitation the credit. This astounds me! Partly because creativity is one of the qualities I hold closest to the sun.
Most people do not understand my mind. Correction: No one fully comprehends my mind. The best I can hope for is patient tolerance. As I’m skimming through the pages of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s foreword of The Great Gatsby, I am alarmed at his writing techniques. He goes against every rule pounded into our heads in English, even upper-level English classes such as that applied to my English- Creative Writing degree.
Needless to say, I’m seething. My writing has been toiled and toyed with to abolish my talent. I very much enjoyed learning writing skills, don’t get me wrong. I just recognize after graduation that I must rekindle the passion, my personal voice, into my writing. One must thoroughly learn the basics of the art they wish to practice before they choose not to obey them.
The English language contains a necessary evil of knowledge. Revision is another terrible truth. But, slowly I’m warming up to the stern jaws of revision. His clammy hands so quickly deceived me into believing his embrace wasn’t worthwhile. I have been mistaken.
Without knowledge and revision, anyone can write, but they’re writing only qualifies for rats.
Now that I am graduated, I have no looming requirements to meet.
My writing is my own- how glorious! This calls for celebration!
I must hurl caution into the wind and let my creativity fully unfurl!