Week 2: writing and me

Writing has been a dread most of my life when it is for school. I would rather read something then write it but I find that when I have to sit down and when I have time to write different types of writing I really enjoy doing it. I was in an English class my junior year where we were required to write many different pieces such as; poetry, epitaph (morbid I know), stories, etc. Writing became reoccurring assignment on a weekly basis.
I had to write in this journal for one of my English classes composed of art drawings and messages that went with them. On one of the pages I drew a picture of my rather small backyard pond from a distant aerial view. The trees beside the pond reflected in the smooth water with the many different colored leaves displaying, to give off the time of year. This assignment was a fun time for me although I am not that great of an artist.
I use to journal at night with my window open so I could hear the crickets hum in a calming fashion. I would write about my day, friends, events that were coming up, or just something I had heard during the day I really liked. This exercise would calm me and get me ready for the next day approaching. I sometimes write a page or two by allowing my mind to write down everything that crept into it. As a result I would sometimes have a very random letter in front of me when I was done.
Composing email messages, text messages, commenting on facebook, etc. is not something I really consider as writing but responding or an everyday conversation. Because I feel this way is probably why I do not find it difficult to write them. I love talking with my friends epically since I live so far away from a most of them now. In a way writing is a part of everyone’s lives each and every day.