A Thousand Words

  You would not be a normal writer if you did not think about how your readers will react to your writing. Often times, that simple correlations leads to the change in the creative process and organization of writing.   In my life, I have noticed that I always write differently depending on what situation I am writing for. When I write a paper for class, my professor is always the person I have in the back of my mind when I form sentences. I often ask myself, "Will they enjoy it?" "How will they respond?" "Will they be impressed?" This sometimes causes me to leave out or change certain parts of my paper to better fit the teacher I am trying to impress. It is worrisome to me that I am more of a sellout than I considered before. Now, I am not saying that forming your writing to fit an audience is all bad. In many situations, such as writing a speech, it is most important to consider them first and yourself last. However, when speaking in a general sen...

Ever since I could retain conscious thoughts, I knew that I was creative. However, I did not realize I was in love with writing till much much later in my life. When I was in fifth grade, our class was required to read Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. When I read the book, I found an odd feeling bubbling up inside me. Every little description Paulsen wrote pricked me as well like a voodoo doll. When Brain, the main character's, ribs cracked, I felt mine crack. Something about the descriptions clicked in a part of my brain I had not met before.  After I savorily read the last page of Hatchet, I sat down to write a book review on it. I found emotions, flowing paragraphs, and beautiful descriptions pouring out of my pain and splashing on my paper. When my teacher handed back my paper, she asked if she could speak with me for a moment. I was so afraid that I did something inappropriate in my book review. Much to my surprise, my fifth grade teacher bursted into praise about how impressed...

Anna Kennedy is my name. I apologize if this post is kind of lame. Just give me a moment to describe, Who I am on the inside. I love animals, anything from dogs, To little tiny green frogs. I am obsessed with the ocean. I believe in expressing emotion. Food is my everything.  But I easily say the same about anything. I am loyal to my friends.  I am partial to writing in pens. I daydream all day long.  And I enjoy singing songs. I take life on, but go with the flow.  God is my Father, this I know.