As school and my father have attempted to engrave in me the habit of using outlines to write stories, it was a breathe of fresh air to read “Outlines usually waste time and disrupt the flow of the story”. My stressful stories will be much less stressful, for I always struggle to connect the dots that the outlines provide.
It is often frustrating when people publish a biased story purposed for manipulation. Knight writes, “You’re a reporter, not a recorder,” which expresses a similar, yet opposite idea that you do not have to include everything that happened in the story. Reporters, yearbook editors, authors, all have the same responsibility of sharing a story as clear and concise and balanced as it happened, for there are always two sides to the same story. I sometimes struggle with embellishing stories with exciting adjectives to make them less boring, however, I need to do less of that seeing as each word in a sentence is supposed to have weight to it.
The “Time-Saving, On-Deadline Formula” for writing seems very simple and easy, it is basically chronological order.
I was glad to read fake it ’til you make it, or as Knight puts it, “Convince the reader that you’re convinced.” He also provided a way of doing so: keeping the energy up to distract the reader and help them believe you.
English is a tricky language and Knight’s explanation of it did not clear it up at all for me. It is hard to learn to love a language that frustrates me so. Not only does the English language dishearten me, but so does learning the reporter slang of “lede” and “graf,” which – for the record – have the red line underneath them (meaning they are misspelled).
At the age of seven, I believed the Pledge of Allegiance was home to Fairfax, Virginia only. It was not until I moved to Georgia and heard it at my elementary school where I was rudely awakened. This was a pattern in my life – believing something only to find it to be false or altered. It came with growing up, of course, but I never wanted to grow up. I was gullible, I was stubborn, and I loved cartoon shows (classics like Tom and Jerry and Scooby Doo).
Being gullible, I often made a fool of myself. As I thought I had befriended someone, I was just the butt of their joke. Though it was often disappointing, there were no grudges to be held. For I am where I am now because of it. I am not as gullible now, I am more stubborn actually. You cannot tell me something ridiculous and find that I believe you, I will always believe myself first.
I have dipped my toes in many friend groups throughout the years and have found a friend that I can cannonball right into – in a good way. My best friend/boyfriend/partner and I have developed an amazing relationship where we both hold each other accountable, love each other, and have loads of fun together. My family is large and ever-growing with my older brother getting engaged to his girlfriend and my aunt adopting a second or third child (it’s complicated). I love all of them dearly and love watching my family grow. They have always supported me and helped guide me through life and my diabetes, telling me not to stress and that everything would be okay.
I apologize if you have read a different autobiography about me somewhere and I have not mentioned some of these things, for my life has been great and I never know how to fully articulate it into a few paragraphs.