My writing process consists of many different oddities that would probably only work for my brain. I usually sit down, outside or in a nicely decorated area, and meditate on what it is I’m about to write. I sit and breathe, come up with a few witty sentences, an jot them down. It’s almost as if I write the whole work in my head, see it on paper, then begin to write it and watch it match what I have in my head. After I try my hardest to make it match, I go and get some tea, or eat, or anything really to just walk away from it. I usually have a different conversation, and then something I would want in my work will pop in my brain. I would write it down more often than not on my hand, and eventually make my way back to my computer. Having entered in that tidbit, I reread my work out loud, and try to mimic my professors voice to see if it sounds good coming from them. I then laugh at myself because I laugh at my own jokes all the time and think I am a lot funnier than I actually am.
My best work, however, is written on paper. As much as I love the internet and technology, nothing beats the satisfaction of seeing a blank page being filled with your best thoughts.
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