The Writing Life Spring 2015
The Writing Life Spring 2015
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I
wish I spent all my time like my peers: writing short stories, I remember always getting in arguments with them over
poems, and nonfiction pieces that are ripe for publication, lyrics, debating what a song was and what we wanted it to be.
but the reality is most of my free time is spent writing We’d argue over rhyme schemes, the amount of words per line,
songs with my band. I don’t tell people I write songs, unsure diction, and whatever we could think of.
how to answer them when they ask what I write, hiding it away “We don’t need to rhyme,” the lead vocalist, my best friend,
as if our songs are some secret shame that doesn’t count as would insist.
real writing. Hell, when we started writing three years ago, our “But rhyming sounds good. It helps with cohesion,” I’d say.
songs weren’t even good writing. “I don’t care. I don’t want to rhyme all the time. I want to
It didn’t matter to me that our songs were bad (I knew be different.” We’d keep arguing until one of us would eventu-
everything took practice), but why the songs were bad trou- ally shut up from frustration.
bled me. Full of nonsensical lyrics lacking thought or pur- Arguing had always been a part of our process, beginning
pose, poorly chosen words, and clichés, our songs began as with our first song “Sunburned.” The hours of work we spent
something every writer hates, and even though I could see it trying to wrestle the song into a (well-suited in my opinion)
and knew how to make them better, my bandmates were too ABCBCA rhyme scheme with intricate metaphors is now hazy
stubborn to listen. in my mind, but the rejection the song ultimately received is
still vivid. At first, they seemed happy, but I quickly realized
they were just happy the song was finished. When they looked
at the lyrics again a week later, they immediately seemed un-
easy, dissatisfied. Another week after that, I was asked to help
them rewrite the lyrics to their liking, the original work labeled
‘too poetic’ for what they thought a song should be. And so I
did, hurt and begrudgingly.
It was a pattern that would continue over the next year
or so as I tried hard to stand my ground with the songs we
wrote originally before I had to rework them to fit their liking.
The arguing never stopped between the lead vocalist and me,
both bitterly and stubbornly insisting we were right until we
would get headaches; afterwards, we would spend some time
apart, and then reconvene to try again. It got to the point that
I would not even help with the lyrical process unless I was
asked, and even then I would ask what they wanted to the song
to sound like first, stifling my creativity and voice. I started
writing to please my bandmates instead of myself and was left
questioning everything I knew about writing and my compe-
tence as a writer.
Simultaneously, I was in school studying and learning all
about the careful craft of writing—rhetorical devices, meter,
sound patterns, poetic forms, grammatical structures—small
but powerful tools that subtly separated good writers from
M.C. Escher, Relativity
Y
ou wake up at 3:19 AM with an smartphone. Along the way, you ask waiting to be found.
idea that you think would change many types of readers what they think This was the predicament I was
the history of all publications. of your writing, and it’s all positive. in about a year ago. I had a book that
After struggling to find a niche in the Your excitement is building, and it’s all was only partially completed and it was
writing sphere, you find it. The perfect coming together when, one day, your dying for my attention, but at this point
combination of food, science, and fun mom calls and tells you that Cameron it was already considered old news. I felt
has come to you in an easy-to-write idea. Diaz was on Ellen today and announced like my efforts were worth nothing, and
You spend the next few months putting the release of her new book. It’s got a dif- I became discouraged from picking it
spontaneous additions to your new book ferent title but, hey, that was your idea! up ever again. Every once in a while, I
on random surfaces: a quote in crayon Almost exactly! Has Cameron Diaz been would learn something new; something
on your little brother’s homework, a nice stalking you? No, she hasn’t. If you’ve that I could twist to fit into my book. I
conclusion to chapter four on the back had a good idea lately that you haven’t had many opportunities to fill the pages
of your Chipotle receipt, and a statistic followed up on because someone else with wonderful thoughts and theories
that you learned in your nutrition class has already published it, fear not. There that could have changed lives, but some-
on the Memos app in your smashed-up may be an even better idea out there just thing was holding me back.
I took a closer look at my situation
and decided that I needed to find an al-
ternate path. My job had little to do with
writing, as I was working on an increas-
ingly popular food truck in the South
Bay Area. Since I was working with
customers and had the chance to talk a
little, people were always asking me what
an English major was doing trying to get
a cook’s position. I would say something
silly like, “My professors tell me to keep
a stable day job.” I never gave a true
answer, until one couple wouldn’t walk
away without knowing the real story.
They were food writers that had been
especially interested in learning more
about our business’s background, as we
were frequently featured on their food
truck blogs. Since I had the best commu-
nication skills at the time, my boss asked
me to maintain a professional relation-
ship with this couple. I would let them
know when we had new additions to our
menu and set up days that we could pho-
tograph the items for their blogs. Once
I had built a good rapport with them,
their blogs had grown to be very popu-
lar. I was one of the first to know of their
plans to take a road trip to visit various
food trucks across the nation, and the
first to secure 2 two-page spreads in their
Y
ou make it to class just in time with a green book and want you to explore with me and see if we can come to same
pen in hand. You take your seat haphazardly and wait truth while keeping this question in mind: why is it difficult to
for your professor to hand you the writing prompt. start?
“You may begin as soon as you get the prompt,” he says. After One reason it may feel this way is because we aren’t sure
you fill in your name, class, and professor’s name, you open how to assess starts. For example, try to analyze the big names
your green book to a blank page, and soon your mind is blank that made it, like J.K. Rowling or J.R.R. Tolkien. If you’re like
too. me, you might address them with a face of amazement and
This often happens to me whenever I want to start writing. a hint of cynicism. This is, obviously, the incorrect way to
Whether it is for self-interest or mandatory for my classes, approach an analysis of anything for two reasons. The first
inside or outside the classroom, it becomes instinctual for my reason is we shouldn’t feel too amazed at the work. Sounds
mind to go blank. I wish that my mind could just turn on like disrespectful, I know, but when it comes to being amazed,
a phone or a computer with a push of a button. I want to write, I feel that the amazement alone is enough to stop me from
but more often than not, there is an obstacle I have to vault assessing the actual work. It’s almost like seeing a magic trick;
over before I can start. But I realize that there is a reason for we might ask the question, “How did they do that?” but never
my blank state; I know why it’s there and how it came about. I really go out to learn how to do the magic trick (which is
beginning, but at
that applies to our situation. How can we end difficult starts?
I don’t know the answer. Actually, I can’t give you the
answer. I can’t give you the answer because the answer isn’t a
end.”
singular subject or object, but it isn’t made of one single thing.
A building is made up of cement, structures, columns, chicken
wire, scaffoldings, foundation, glass, plastic, metal rebar, pipe-
Melancholic Writing
Elizabeth Barrera
“T
he ocean waves begin to drown you. Little by little ercoaster ride intensified. Unfortunately, my grandfather and
the water consumes you, and you’re nothing but childhood friend passed away while I was in my second year
minuscule in this sea of life. Your presence is dying of college. Never had I experienced so much loss and anguish
while every other creature around you is ready for the attack. at the same time. Every time I look back at my older journal
Your movements are slow, yet the blows are rapid. Your sur- entries, I am astounded at how far I’ve come along. No longer
roundings are overwhelming, and you fight not to give in, but were words written down simply to finish an assignment or
to close your eyes is the best sensation you’ve felt in so long. So to feel comfort in knowing that I took the time to write in
you decide to give in, to let it consume you, to rip every part of my boring journal. I wrote because it was a necessity. My pen
you until there’s only a vague memory.” guided me through every line, while the thin paper listened to
That journal entry is dated from March 25th, 2013, which every word I wrote. At that moment in time, my work became
was when I began to take my creative writing more seriously motivational and positive, because that’s what pain and loss
by dedicating an hour per day to this journal. For some strange can do to us. We seek pleasure in keeping a happy life and
and inexplicable reason, writing became a method of coping telling others about how our journey led us to where we are
with pain for me. It provided itself as an outlet to express my now. We create work slightly exaggerated from our realities
thoughts and loathe at my own necessity. The beautiful thing and morph it into something worthwhile and compelling. At
about writing while experiencing hurt and pain is that there least, that’s what I did with my writing. It began with the hurt,
is no right or wrong answer. Creative writing comes from the and continued to develop until it was something happy—filled
heart and mind. Emotions are what create beautiful writing, with illusion and hope.
and slowly every piece of the puzzle begins to come together As humans, we find no need to talk because most of the
in order to form a poem or story. It begins with only a blank time others don’t understand us. Perhaps, our closest friends
space, where words will begin to cover it all. Choosing to write and family are hearing us, but not listening. We want to be
creative work while experiencing some form of depression can heard with no judgment, and just let the hurt out without hesi-
be essential to careers, because the writing can become more tation or fear of appearing vulnerable and pathetic. As writers,
elaborate and descriptive. In my experience, the language used we’re very critical of our own selves, as well as of others. We
is more colorful, meaningful, and imaginable. search for mistakes and analyze everything, when many times
Let me fill you in on how my writing has developed there’s nothing more than the simplicity of reality. So, how,
through this coping method. When I was twelve years old, I you may ask yourself, is it that I create such impactful work
began keeping a journal. I noticed that every time I wrote in out of essentially nothing? The answer is quite simple, because
it, it was whenever my parents and I had an argument. This I find my most sincere work to be written during moments of
behavior became consistent as time progressed, and the roll- loneliness, when all I want is to take a break from the realities
Andrea Heine
Andrea Heine is a senior majoring in Psycholo-
gy, with a Minor in Professional and Technical
Writing. She enjoys neuroscience, cats, books, and
espresso.
A
lingering, dusty smell of old cardboard boxes filled the assistance of feeding tubes and a machine to breathe for her.
air. Put among the wreckage stood a lime green tech- Her motor neurons would slowly start dying and any muscles
nological innovation. A layer of dust slimmed across would lose voluntary control and cease to work. The brain,
my fingers as I rolled the computer screen towards me. The however, is perfectly intact and the same as it was before diag-
extendable pole on top of which the computer was attached nosis.
squeaked with the old movement. This piece of technology Even though she was 23 years old and fighting a diagnosis,
has a sensor that finds the pupils of the eye. The pupils then she didn’t lack a sense of humor. She expressed the uncommon
become the computer mouse and blinking becomes the right pair, humor and death, at a young age. Through her blog, Gimp
click. This technical innovation is an eye gaze system, the Girl Adventures, she posted about her illness through her com-
brand name, DynaVox. The eye gaze system, at 6 feet tall, had puter keyboard, at first with questions to God such as, “Now
not been turned on in over a month. A screech filled the air if I do get the golden ticket into Heaven, I have a few curious
as my mother pulled a piece of packing tape from its roll. We questions. Do I have access to dead celebrities?” and “Does the
were packing the communication system that was the most Chipotle franchise extend to heaven? I would give my left leg
prized instrument of my sisters writing. This piece of technol- for a steak burrito. I know that may not be much since my legs
ogy was being sent to another individual who was diagnosed don’t work to begin with.”
with A.L.S.: the disease that took my sister’s life. In high school, Even though after a few months her legs couldn’t work, her
Megan wanted to be a thespian; she loved dramas, plays, act- creative process still did. Now, every writer has an instrument
ing, all of it. As she aged, she studied nursing but soon dropped for writing to get his or her idea on paper or on screen. The
out to work full-time to make more money. At first, my sister most common of these are the keyboard, which is what I am
used a pen to start jotting down her experiences. Physical lim- using to type out the thoughts in my head right now, or a pen.
itations started to affect her though. What happens when the hand cannot write—not from writers
The first thing to go was her grip. block, but from limited mobility?
Megan was diagnosed with A.L.S. (also known as Lou A few blogs in, not only was the function of her grip un-
Gehrig’s Disease) at the age of 23. This diagnosis, for her, successful, so were a lot of other functions in her body. Tasks
meant that she had roughly six months to live without the became more difficult. She could no longer walk and breathing
was labored. She added many medical
technologies to her daily life such as a
vent, feeding tube, and DynaVox.
One of the most difficult deci-
sions made was to get “vented”. This
means to get a tube surgically placed
into the trachea through a dime-sized
hole. The tube coming out the neck
is attached to a breathing machine
that exudes a monstrous beeping if
there is a leak, or the very common,
detachment of the tube. This decision,
along with adding a feeding tube, gave
Megan another year with life.
With this extra year of life, Megan
turned solely to using her computer.
My sister had used her keyboard for
her blog in the beginning stages of her
disease. The problem a few months in
was that her mobility was falling fast.
The DynaVox, what she used to speak
with, started to constantly go off in a
Me, my sister, and my brother, Michael
woman’s voice that was supposed to
I
like to believe that my group of friends and I are people with Humbert.
with the ability to talk about any sort of topic. We often The way people often see metanarrative today is through
converse with a cunning, sharp wit that requires quick the form of humor, most notably breaking the fourth wall. This
thinking to respond to one another in a snappy way. Unfortu- is when characters acknowledge the audience as a form of en-
nately, not every day is like that. There are just days where none tertainment. A common example would be when the character
of us have anything interesting to say. Our conversations tend directly talks to the viewer to confirm something, while all the
to follow a linear pattern and, on the worst days, conversations other characters are confused at who that person is talking to.
are so skeletal that it sounds like this: “News headline. Dark In a video game, you would often see:
humorous joke. Controversial opinion. Topic shift.” When this “Press the ‘A button’ to jump!”
happens, my mind is so dull that it begins to wander and think ”What’s this ‘A button’ you’re talking about?”
that this conversation is a reflection of our society right now. The problem here is the original intention of fourth wall
Then, I realized that train of thought actually had some sense breaking. It was used to shock the audience and offer them
to it. a new type of entertainment. Deadpool was one of Marvel’s
Today, we have embraced the ideals and concept of the most popular characters, mainly due to his ability to play
metanarrative, albeit a more lazy and twisted version of it. with the metanarrative. His conversations with the writer and
Metanarrative is going beyond the story as written to fur- artist of the comic book were new and refreshing. However,
ther tell the story. It involves being aware of the medium you it’s becoming difficult for Deadpool to stand out now when so
use and utilizing said medium, such as a book or a film or a many other Marvel films have small jokes that break the fourth
game. When Vladimir Nabokov wrote Lolita, he knew that his wall. Even completely serious movies are poking fun at their
protagonist, Humbert Humbert, wouldn’t exactly be the most metanarrative, even when it negatively affects the experience.
likable character. He’s a pedophile, he manipulates others, and Avatar, a Hollywood blockbuster that seeks to immerse its au-
he doesn’t feel any shame about his actions. However, Nabokov dience, calls the unobtainable element of the Na’vi world “Un-
writes the entirety of Lolita from Humbert’s perspective, forc- obtainium.” Excellent use of immersion there, James Cameron.
ing the reader to enter his twisted way of thinking. Humbert Since we often use metanarrative for humor, we often for-
often talks directly to the reader, eloquently justifying his ac- get to use metanarrative as a storytelling tool. This is especially
tions and occasionally showing bouts of empathy. Through this true when I played the popular 2014 indie game, The Stanley
perspective, the reader can understand and even empathize Parable. In this game, players are frequently given two very
M.C. Escher, Drawing Hands
A
Marine convoy is making its way down the dusty Then silence.
streets of Iraq. Up on a rooftop watching over them is The American Sniper trailer sent chills through viewers this
a bearded Bradley Cooper looking through the scope holiday season after seeing the trailer play on their televisions
of his sniper rifle. He spots an Iraqi man on a cell phone and many times. The anticipation of wanting to know what happens
zeros in on him. Could he be a threat? The man steps away out next sends many people to the theater to find out for them-
of sight. Moments later, a woman and a young boy step out of selves and to learn the story of the most lethal sniper in U.S.
a house and begin walking towards the approaching convoy. military history: Chris Kyle. However, many did not have to
Cooper sees this and watches as the woman pulls a grenade wait to see the trailer to know that they wanted to see it. Amer-
from beneath her clothes. She proceeds to hand it to the young ican Sniper is Chris Kyle’s autobiography, recounting his many
boy. The boy graciously takes it and runs towards the Marines. tours in Iraq and the stress it put on his family. It is also a #1
Through the scope, the child is seen getting closer and closer. New York Times Best Seller, having sold millions of copies.
movie that is ‘based on a himself into an unreliable narrator, flipping his memoir into a
work of fiction.
When I pick up an autobiography, I expect the words I’m
true story,’ I know not to about to read to all be true. However, when I go to see a movie
that is “based on a true story,” I know not to believe a lot of
what I see. But why not tell the truth all the time? Audiences
believe a lot of what I see.” love a true story, but definitely do not appreciate being lied to.
If it comes out that one thing was a lie in nonfiction literature,
it makes everything else also look like a lie. Stating the absolute
O
Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Sorry Juliet, scholastic community—teachers and students alike. Video
Romeo is in another castle, leveling up in the latest games, especially, get looked down upon in society as being for
story-rich, role-playing game. Or maybe he is watching basement dwelling, antisocial shut-ins. The problem with these
a critically acclaimed movie with Mercutio. Those two love stereotypes is that they inhibit creativity in learning situations.
hanging out, after all. But what about the REAL world? Why This article will focus specifically on writing classes, but it is a
do they make knaves of themselves with such drivel? Juliet, this much broader topic than just that. The benefits can reach into
isn’t the 16th century anymore! Video games and movies are pre-college computer sciences, graphic design, traditional art,
considered multimedia and have huge teaching potential. or even marketing.
Poor Juliet. She doesn’t grasp the latent learning value of A diverse setting, complex characters that are involved in
multimedia. Yet, sadly, neither does most of the traditional dramatic plots and subplots, well-written dialogue, captivating
Andrew May
Andrew is a Technical Writ-
ing Certificate student. He got
his BA in English Education at
Chico State. He hopes to work
as a technical writer for a high-
tech company. He is also an avid
video gamer (who is console
agnostic!).
I
once heard that food is the way to as they began to clap their hands and sions or teacher lectures. More than that,
a man’s heart. But I’ve also heard of chant along to a catchy beat of gibberish reading allowed me to experience an
some of the best cooks being dumped words. My little five-year old self never alternate world in which I was a normal
by their lovers, so I’m not sure if I can once thought that I was the only one hearing character. Whether it was in the
vouch for that. However, the belief that who wasn’t able to make out the words form of a ghost story or a summer ro-
writing (aside from sign language) is the being sung. With time came the reali- mance novel, the authors wrote in such
way to a deaf lover’s heart is something zation that I wasn’t like the other little a way that permitted me to communi-
that I can speak for. boys and girls in my classroom. Feeling cate mentally with the other characters
I was diagnosed at the tender age of exposed and vulnerable, I tried to find in the story. In essence, reading was an
four with complete hearing loss in my another means of gathering information. outlet for me; a temporary time frame
left ear and a mild to severe hearing loss I stumbled upon the art of lip reading that allowed me to forget the reality of
in my right. After finding out about my early in my elementary school years my hearing impairment. I loved how
hearing loss, my mother enrolled me in and learned to become proficient at it, normal I would feel during my reading
a deaf school. While there I learned to but even then I was still left with blank experiences, so naturally my love for
communicate with others via sign lan- spaces in everyday conversations. reading led to my passion for writing;
guage, which involved a lot of interpre- It wasn’t until I was given my first thus, my writer’s soul was born.
tation from body language and visuals. book that I realized that I could read as As I grew older, I realized that
More than halfway through my first year a way of gathering information. Instead despite being connected to the hearing
there, my teachers and audiologist con- of straining every day in the classroom world by being able to hold an oral con-
ferred with my mother and agreed that I to hear the teacher talk about adjectives versation with people, I found it more
had more than enough hearing to attend and pronouns, or how Abraham Lincoln comfortable to converse through writing.
a regular public school. emancipated the slaves, I could turn Whether it was writing a letter to some-
That first day in kindergarten is to texts that explained in detail how to one, typing up an e-mail, or sending
nothing but a distant memory but I can word a sentence or how events led up to a text, writing was the more effective
remember hearing my teacher’s voice the Emancipation Proclamation. I be- mode of communication for me. Not
and not being able to clarify what she came so immersed in the reading world only was I able to read the words on the
was saying. The next thing I knew, my that I figured out that by gaining what page in front of me, I was able to soak
classmates and I were sitting in a circle information I could, I was able to fill in in the meaning of every letter and feel
and I remember watching them in awe the blanks when it came to class discus- the emotions behind every word. With
writing, there are no blank spaces. There
are only words and the connotations
you associate them with, and that’s what
makes writing such a beautiful subject
for me.
While I have met people who share
my passion for writing, our reasons tend
to differ. They generally love writing
because of the power that words hold. I,
too, believe that words can be empow-
ering; however, my passion for writing
stems from its simplicity. Writing has
the ability to bridge the gap between me
and the blank spaces. Just as braille is
a communication haven for the blind,
writing is bliss for the deaf. The art of
writing is a sanctuary for the hearing im-
paired because it connects us to the rest
of the world. It appears that sometimes
Textual Healing
Thao Nguyen
“P
alms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy/ there’s tears would be forgotten, the stickiness on my cheeks the
vomit on his sweater already” (Eminem, “Lose only clue that they were ever there. Of course, back then my
Yourself ”). Nobody aptly describes the physical outbursts were merely the result of having fought with my
manifestations of anxiety like Eminem, and as somebody who sisters or having gotten in trouble at school. But as I got older,
has suffered from anxiety and mild depression, I am more and my anxieties and depression grew stronger, I always turned
than familiar with what he is describing. Unfortunately, that to books. A.A. Milne, C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, Lemony
is where our similarities end. Unlike The Real Slim Shady, my Snicket, and Anthony Burgess have all been my therapist at one
head spinning, cold sweat inducing, stomach at my knees, point or another. It was as though the spines of their books
there-is-no-hope anxiety that affected me was not assuaged were soaked with magic.
by losing myself in the music (or in Xanax for that matter). It was incredibly easy for me to get lost in the books I read,
Instead, I found solace between the pages of books. and I have taken my fair share of trips through Middle Earth
Anxiety attacks and bouts of depression have taken over and Pemberley. These books showed me that hiding from my
my life several times. When this happens I shut people out, problems would not make them go away. The Ring of Power
stop eating, cry uncontrollably for no reason, and stay in bed did not lose power by being hidden in an envelope, and Eliza-
until there is a Thao-sized indent in the mattress. In these beth Bennet did not find happiness by staying in Longbourn.
instances of gloom, reading became the only thing that could The novel that influenced me the most in this aspect was The
stop my downward spiral. Smelling the papery sheets and Screwtape Letters. I remember thinking to myself, “Worm-
seeing the black type marching across the pages became the wood and Screwtape persistently worked to bring this man to
panacea to the chokehold that stress had over my life. damnation. However, this man prevailed in the end; he made
I noticed that books made me feel better at a young age. it through by getting through each day.” I began to think that
By the time I was six, I had gotten into the habit of crying over like Wormwood, I had to consistently work at calming myself
everything. My parents would hand me a book, often times down, but I also had to be like his Patient and overcome all
from the Ramona or Junie B. Jones series, and within seconds of the dark thoughts that were crowding my mind. Reading
my crying would subside. By the end of the first chapter, my taught me not to use my anxiety and depression as an excuse