pro·logue
ˈprōˌlôg,-ˌläg/
noun
- a separate introductory section of a literary or musical work."this idea is outlined in the prologue"
I love words; if you look in my Google search history, you will see many a "define:(word)" search housed there. With this in mind, I think it's incredibly appropriate that I begin each blog post with a relevant definition. Witty, no? Probably not, but it makes me happy, so I'm keeping it.
My love of words and writing in general is actually the reason that I created this blog. I am a wide-eyed aspiring writer with only a few rejection letters under my belt and a lot of unpublished drafts in google docs. This means that I'm probably definitely going to become a successful novelist one day.... right?
Rejection is actually an interesting topic to me, because in deciding that I'd like to put my writing out there, I am willingly subjecting myself to rejection and criticism. Criticism is easier to handle than flat-out rejection, it leaves room for improvement. Since I am about to graduate high school, I am on the precipice of a new point in my life where I can spread my wings and see if my writing takes flight. At the beginning of this year, I took my first baby bird step into the writing world when I sent this article about my experiences with anxiety in to HelloGiggles. I was elated at the purely positive response that my writing received, and it gave me the hope that-forgive the cheesy metaphor- one day my writing could take flight.
However, a tiny bit of what could be construed as success has not given me the enduring confidence that I expected it to. The day that I realized that my scrappy 12-year-old poems about Autumn where I rhymed "Fall" with "At all" weren't really profound, I began to question my creative worth. Rejection weighs much heavier on me now that I hope to make a career out of the same mind that thought up those scrappy poems in the 6th grade.
Despite all of this anxiety over my untested skills, the ray of sunshiny hope that comes shimmering back to me every time that I become discouraged is this: Whether people love my writing or hate it, I will always love to write. I know this from the depths of me, and I shouldn't be thinking about impressing people anyways, that's a foul goal to have. I will instead craft my writing in hope of delivering a bit of sunshine to a person's gloom, a laugh to a person's frown, or a thought to a troubled mind. This is the purest and most wonderful type of writing: the kind of simple writing that inspires connectivity. That's my blog's manifesto, I hope that I shall stick to it!
If you'd like to know about me, you can go to my About Me page.
Thanks for reading!
My love of words and writing in general is actually the reason that I created this blog. I am a wide-eyed aspiring writer with only a few rejection letters under my belt and a lot of unpublished drafts in google docs. This means that I'm probably definitely going to become a successful novelist one day.... right?
Rejection is actually an interesting topic to me, because in deciding that I'd like to put my writing out there, I am willingly subjecting myself to rejection and criticism. Criticism is easier to handle than flat-out rejection, it leaves room for improvement. Since I am about to graduate high school, I am on the precipice of a new point in my life where I can spread my wings and see if my writing takes flight. At the beginning of this year, I took my first baby bird step into the writing world when I sent this article about my experiences with anxiety in to HelloGiggles. I was elated at the purely positive response that my writing received, and it gave me the hope that-forgive the cheesy metaphor- one day my writing could take flight.
However, a tiny bit of what could be construed as success has not given me the enduring confidence that I expected it to. The day that I realized that my scrappy 12-year-old poems about Autumn where I rhymed "Fall" with "At all" weren't really profound, I began to question my creative worth. Rejection weighs much heavier on me now that I hope to make a career out of the same mind that thought up those scrappy poems in the 6th grade.
Despite all of this anxiety over my untested skills, the ray of sunshiny hope that comes shimmering back to me every time that I become discouraged is this: Whether people love my writing or hate it, I will always love to write. I know this from the depths of me, and I shouldn't be thinking about impressing people anyways, that's a foul goal to have. I will instead craft my writing in hope of delivering a bit of sunshine to a person's gloom, a laugh to a person's frown, or a thought to a troubled mind. This is the purest and most wonderful type of writing: the kind of simple writing that inspires connectivity. That's my blog's manifesto, I hope that I shall stick to it!
If you'd like to know about me, you can go to my About Me page.
Thanks for reading!
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