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Famous Last Words: I can be a creative writer?!

This class has been surprising in so many wonderful ways, but I think the best of all for me as I reflect on the stories I've written in this and past weeks is that I discovered I can write creatively. I took writing classes throughout high school, but only a Business Writing class in college. I definitely more readily enjoy more analytical writing, but I think that's only because I haven't had very many creative writing outlets. With Laura's encouragement, I was somehow able to relate Wonder Woman, a modern superhero (and quite frankly a most deserving icon) to ancient Indian folklore. And it was fun! And I was kinda good at it! No one was more surprised than I was.

I had major writer's block at the beginning of the semester, but reading so many creative, interpretive stories by our classmates showed me that you can really do whatever you want with creative writing and it turns into something fun to read once you start having fun writing it. Choosing to write about Wonder Woman made it fun for me, and more of a challenge to figure out ways to relate her to the old tales, but so worth it in the end because I was able to show myself that I can do creative writing.

Knowing that, I can enter my future career even more confidently, so I'm glad that I pushed myself to think outside the box with these stories throughout the semester. I plan to keep trying to write little short stories like that, because I think it's a good way to keep your creativity sharp and fresh. Maybe I can write little adventure stories for my siblings. My little brother is ~super~ into Minecraft, and I think it would be fun to write stories about the adventures he goes on in there, and all of the cool things he creates.

This is a Minecraft background I put on my laptop to surprise my little brother, and he was beyond excited. 

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  1. Hi Alena,

    I came to a similar realization this semester as well. I may not ever be as good as I want to be, but I spent so many years, through high school and college, thinking that I was a terrible creative writer and at the beginning of this class I was terrified! But I feel proud of the work I have done here and am really glad that I went outside of my comfort zone.

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