I Write to Impress, Expose, and Inspire :: Writing Composition

I Write to Impress, Expose, and InspireIll just posit it, I like myself. I shake hands with just nigh(predicate) every(prenominal) part of who I am. I induce an admirable supply of self-consciousness and I...well,...I show it off.Ill say this, Im a pretty decent writer. Of course, thats my own opinion, merely Im modest. I dont ideate Im as good as they hold up, nor do I think that Im as good as I can get. I like manipulating words so that they are comprehended at face-value and still at a deeper value. I like to be enthusiastic when I write, and I like to project this to the reader. Am I doing that yet, you lovely reader, you? I like who I am, I like to hear myself talk, and I think I speak well. When rereading my introductory paper for this class, I smiled as I remembered typing it the night before it was due. I could tell that I wrote it, and that I had a bit of fun doing so. I used quotation label around sarcastic, or pun-ny phrases. I used contractions and slang to sou nd to a greater extent like me than anyone else. I had a flowing, conversational style, as Lanham might countersink it, with a catchy first sentence and a smile-producing conclusion. I control that in that locations obvious theme paper influence within it I have a definite intro, 4 paragraphs of discussion, and a predictable conclusion but I didnt let my creativity sit in the corner. I found my information on my own life, my own experiences, and my own darn opinion. I didnt look in a book for anything for that paper, and yet, its believable.I think that there is definite magic within words and their organization on a page or in the air. While I think that Im in control of what I say and what I mean when I say it, I can look back at something Ive written and decide a different, maybe deeper, meaning. In my intro paper, I can overhear the frustration about which I write, within the style of my writing. I get excited and poetic when I write about going to drill forever to fill those barren 2/3rds of my brain, and when I write about how Im beginning to know what I want. On the other hand, my writing slows in a sort of literary sigh when I write about my lack of dollars and the ambiguous future.