I searched and searched, but found nothing but blank, empty, dull walls that meant nothing to me. I sat in my apartment and looked around the room in vain for some source of inspiration. This resulted in nothing but frustration and anger at my inability to write. My eyes traveled time and time again back to the huge, blank TV screen, which is useless, considering I don’t have cable. Finally, it hit me. This was the perfect way to describe my difficulty in writing.

Now that I had found my outlet, I needed to find the missing cord: what connects this television metaphor to my writing. I began to map the way a television works onto the way my writing process works. Once I connected these two very different topics, I had turned on my idea. The idea came to life immediately.

I began thinking about how we often take things, or people, for granted until we lose them. For instance, I got dirty

Now I have rid myself, at least for the time being, of these fears of loose, unstructured creative writing. I ask each of you in my firing squad of critics to recognize these naked fears that stand before you. Nod in acknowledgement and mutual understanding, and then fire a round or three at every one of these bare, cowardly fears. I also make the suggestion o hunt down your own fears and obstacles in writing, and annihilate each one as you see them, for this is a necessary step toward freeing your writing ability from the traps of fear.

After the test period is over, only then can I make accurate revisions by taking into account all the suggestions and comments I received. Then I can finally put my essay on the market. My goal is to sell my ideas easily to my audience. To achieve this, I need to fill their demands of really well thought out college writing. I need them to need my product and find it useful once I have given it to them. I want my customers to truly identify with the hard work, effort, and sleepless nights I put into this. Appreciation for a truly homemade essay, created with my own blood, sweat, and tears, is key to understanding the purpose of this product. That purpose is to describe to my audience how I overcame the hurdle of breaking the rusted lock of my imagination.

An inability to write is a true tragedy. It was just as heart wrenching for me as hearing about a boy my age, from my hometown, being paralyzed in a car accident. My mind was temporarily paralyzed. It became us

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