Composing a Present Scene
Today’s blog post is going to explain where I write at and how my surroundings affect me while I’m writing at times. Your surroundings can really throw your focus off if they are loud and/or continuous. They can also distract your story from the main idea at times, so I always reread my texts and make sure I know what I’m writing about. Before writing this I read What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind), Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) and My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) to help me create a presant scene. To start off, I must tell everyone that I live with my parents and my two younger brothers. Josh is sixteen years old and bursting with information about cars always talking about them or watching YouTube videos about them. Lucas is thirteen years old and he’s the exact opposite he doesn’t really talk too much and when he does it’s typically immature like a normal thirteen year old but he also watches YouTube videos but his are usually louder. The best part about this is that my wall is against their wall so while I am trying to write I always have some kind of YouTube video going on in the background that can be very distracting. Such as today it was one of the loudest days they have had in a while, Lucas was playing daily video logs and they were yelling and screaming a lot but it sounded like gibberish, Josh was of coarse watching videos about cars and it was so loud that I thought that I was in the car with him racing someone because I felt vibrations through the floor boards. Then, I also hear my father is downstairs watching a older style army type of movie. Today I chose to tune all of these annoying sounds out By putting in my earphones and listen to music to relax but to also get me into the mood I need to be in order to write the style I need to which today is to write a in a present text. Since my bedroom is positioned right above the kitchen, I already know what she’s making just from the aromas from the lasagna that my mom makes to perfection with five layers of pasta, sauce and ricotta cheese. The desk that I use for my computer is bowed in the middle making me feeling like I’m in the middle of a canyon. The ridges on my desk are from the knife ripping packages and cutting into my desk making more and more memories from the exciting moments before I open the package and use whatever is inside giving me chills every time. My chair that I use for writing is hand picked by me today, from a choice of about sixty different chairs all ranging from twenty dollars to at the most three-hundred and fifty dollars. But, no matter the cost because to me there’s nothing better to me than being able to come home and sit on a nice, premium feeling, chilling leather chair that allows me to lean back and relax. The led lamp, that I had recently bought about two weeks ago, sitting on my desk is also a very treasured piece by me because it has three different lighting settings the first one is the brightest being a bleach white light blinding anything within its range, the second one is a softer white light that I do not often use, then there’s my favorite the soft yellow lighting giving off the perfect amount of brightness carefully balanced in between being harshly blinding but not bright enough to light my paper good enough. Every single thing on my desk was handpicked by me because of something that pleasantly appealed to me at the time of buying it.
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Sabatino
9/18/2018 08:58:19 am
I see you have used description and exposition to craft the beginnings of a scene. I appreciate how the image complements the writing. How might the post's meaning change if you used a photo with you sitting in the chair?
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