Writing Down the Bones

I have been having a lot of trouble understanding the readings in this class, because like I said in my last blog post. Poetry wouldn't be considered a strength of mines. But I am enjoying reading Writing Down the Bones. I'm sure it is because of the fact that it's not any poems, only stories. But no normal stories, stories that have a meaning that you have to figure out. In class on Tuesday we had to pick our two favorite stories and tell the class why we picked those two out of all the others.

Baking a Cake is the story on page 50.. where the author simply says that you can have all of the ingredients that's in a cake and put them into a bowl, but you still don't have a cake. You have batter, you still have to add heat from the stove to make it plump out and look like cake, you have to add icing, and etc. I think this is very important when comparing to writing, because you can have characters, a setting, a plot, etc. but it doesn't make it a piece of writing until you put them all together and add more verbs, adjectives, and nouns. You always have to put heat (energy) into something for it to be complete, even little things that you think you don't like writing.

Listening was the other one that I chose and in this one the writer talks about how she sang one day and her cousin said that she was tone-deaf, and because of that she had never sang again, just hummed. Until one day she went to a vocal lesson and the teacher told her that there was no such thing as tone-deaf and how music was just about listening to the harmony of the song. I chose this because I think a lot of people go through this in life. Somebody tells them that they can't do something and they listen and never try again... I've seen and heard many dreams being crushed because of listening to someone else.