What was your first memorable writing experience? How has this contributed to how you feel about your writing today?
In my preteen years, my focus was pinned to the frivolous things that thirteen year old girls find important. The summer before my eighth grade year approched and we were handed our summer reading assignment: To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
Disgruntled and unwilling, I began to read. Going into the project pessimistically, I just KNEW this book was going to be so boring it was offensive. Before I turned to the second page, I had deemed the style of writing and time period deeply off putting. My mind began to wander, but I caught myself and focused. I was determined to finish the book and thus simply being rid of the assignment.
Gradually, of course, I began to like the plot, warm up to the characters, silently rooting for Atticus and being terrified when Jem was caught by Boo Radley. I reached the end cover satisfied and surprised at the joy I found in reading the book.
Now, there was the task of writing the essay that accompanied it: What is a hero? How does your definition of a hero pertain to this book?
After being hounded by teachers about writing for preparation of the state mandated Florida Writes test, I let out a heavy sigh at the thought of yet another expository essay.
And once again, after had begun to write, I found it easy, even natural, to simply write. I believe it was the admiration for the novel that helped to let my ideas just fall so effortlessly onto a page.
Though I didn’t know it at the time, it was a defining moment. Since that paper, I’ve realized that writing is not about just finishing it and getting it out of the way and just get it away so that I can get to important stuff. It is important. Whenever I’m given a prompt, no matter how dry and impossible it may seem, I tear away at it’s layers and find a way that I can connect to it, where everything will simply fall effortlessly onto a page.
Harold:Neil, you wouldn't happen to know how to get on the highway from here, would you?
Neil Patrick Harris:Dude, I don't even know where the fuck I am right now. I was at this party earlier tonight and some guy hooked me up with this incredible "X" - next thing I know I'm being thrown out of a moving car. I've been trippin' balls ever since.
Kumar:That's crazy, dude. We've been having a pretty crazy, night, too. We've just been driving around looking for White Castle but we keep getting sidetracked.
Neil Patrick Harris:Yeah, dude, you fascinate me. Forget White Castle, let's go get some pussy!
Neil Patrick Harris:It's a fucking sausage fest in here, bros. Let's get some poontang, THEN we'll go to White Castle.
Kumar:No, Neil, you don't understand. We've been craving these burgers all night.
Neil Patrick Harris:Yeah, I've been craving burgers, too. Furburgers. Come on, dudes, let's pick up some trim at a strip club. The Doogie line always works on strippers. [sings] Lapdance...
Kumar:[pause] There's a gas station. I'm gonaa see if I can get some directions.
Neil Patrick Harris:You don't need dir- gah! Hurry up, dudes, hurry up! I'm losing wood. [they park, pause] Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry...
Harold:We'll be right back, Neil. [they exit the car]
Harold:Dude, what is the deal with Neil Patrick Harris? Why is he so horny?