Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Meeting #6: Criterion-Based Feedback
Meeting #5: Voice
Monday, March 3, 2008
Meeting 2/29
After asking our questions and reading the voice piece we all shared our "5 star quotes".
One of our favorites ones was "voice gets to the heart of how we as writers come up with words, because we often write best when we feel we are 'giving voice' to our thoughts; and we often revise best when we sense that the voice doesn't sound right and change it to get closer to the voice we want." We talked about this quote and how it helped us to realize the ways in which we write. As we have been talking about voice a lot for the past couple of classes it has come to be an important aspect of the way we think about our writing. We talked about how a good way to write is to say things out loud, because we believe that good writing sounds as though it is being spoken. Also, we said that in revisions it is important to always reread, scanning for continuity of voice and making sure that you still find truth in it.
-Maya L
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Thermal Energy Meeting #3
Monday, February 11, 2008
Writing Group Meeting 1/31/08
Again,
-Mike E.
Writing Group Meeting 1/23/08
-Mike E.
Monday, February 4, 2008
(Untitled-Any Suggestions?)
January 31, 2008
Block F-Cultivating Your Voice
Creative Writing Piece
My eyes aching to open – I felt somebody anxiously squeezing my hand. As I struggled, the pain resurged throughout my entire body. I wanted to scream, but my mouth could not open. It seemed as if it could be surgically glued together. I removed my hand from the person’s grip, bringing it toward my face. I gradually moved it across what I thought would have been my mouth. But rather, it felt as if someone injected me with an overdose of collagen. Whatever it was, it was “blimp-like” to say the least.
I raised my left eyebrow at the person sitting in the chair adjacent to my cot – the same person from whom I had released a tight grip. I pointed at my mouth with the most inquisitive look. My mother stared at me solemnly, carefully reporting, “The doctor says that you’ll be able to talk within the next month. I’m so sorry honey!”
By the strain in her face, I could tell she was trying to hold back a fair amount of tears; nevertheless, they were creating a spherical puddle on her lap. I tried to look down at my body, but I was not in a propped up position for my viewing “pleasure”. But at that moment, I wasn’t sure if “pleasure” was the correct word to describe this situation. In fact, I would have used it to describe its antithesis. Perhaps, I really didn’t want to know what my remainder looked like, and then maybe, just maybe, I could avoid the actual truth for a longer period of what seemed, an interminable moment of horror.