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This story was interesting. I love how decriptive it is written. One line that really stodd out to me was, "I was standing in from of my shack, eating an apple, and staring at a black ragged toothache sky that was about to rain." There are plenty of other lines that I could pull too that are equally as beautiful descriptively. I was really liking the story until I got to the end. I didn't understand the last line, "Howdi ther rins said Maybell blushed like a flouare whole we were all sitting there in that rainy trailor, pounding at the gates of American Literature." I'm confused as to how I was reading part of the story the man was writing, and then thrown back into the typewritters prospective...at least I think that's what happened there. However, I believe the enitre story is about how American Literature is sometimes written by people who can't even write, edited by people who can't edited...ect.
Steering the Craft
Chapter 1. Playing with the sound of my writing comes more naturally when I'm writing prose as opposed to poetry. For some reason, poem scared me when I started this class. But now I find myself trying to convert some of my prose into poems. Ursula K. Le Guin says, "We think of poetry as getting to be gorgeous and prose as having to be plain." I haven't ever thought that, really. I thought poetry was boring. Now I see that both can be "gorgeous."
Chapter 2. I love my punctuation. I love it too much to let it go. When doing the exercise in class, I actually came up with a decent idea for a short story. The problem is, I didn't have time to finish it and I basically forgot the ending. So the 3/4's that I have written is now just word vomit in its most extreme form. I'm wary of tackling it now because none of it really makes sense now. I'll keep my commas, thank you.
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