How to write a personal essay 102
Introductory thoughts...
My mother had practiced rather progressive parenting, so, when she called me firmly home from an out-of-state university one day, I knew without asking that her situation was serious.
She succumbed to cancer just three months after that phone request. I was 19 years old at the time.
A year after her death, myself newly wed, I wrote the personal essay included here in order to fulfill requirements of a university writing class. It was my tribute to her. The professor, Mr. Don Norton, liked it well enough and so asked permission to publish it in a textbook he was writing at the time on how to write an essay. Mine would be one of the samples of a quality essay written at the Beginner level.
I don't know why, but I told him no.
Even so, it is for his offer that I feel comfortable offering my essay as a model for the Beginning essayist.
I might also add that I've changed since having declined that offer for publication, because now, I would very much like to share it with you. The essay reveals no great secret. Neither does it have intense drama or an exposure of things perhaps best kept private; no, not at all. In fact, it is rather simple. But it was written from the heart -- a young heart, at the time -- and I've matured enough by now to be willing to open and share that heart with others.
So, please, come in. - Can I get you some coffee?
It's Guatemalan, naturally sweet, not so acidic as the Asian kind. You can enjoy it without adding sugar. I think you'll like it.
You know Mr. Ed Norton, don't you?
I've asked him to join us; I hope you don't mind. I just love him.
He's no relation to my old professor, Don, mentioned above, I'm sure. ... (Well, actually, ... ?)
Ok.
Wonderful. Now that we're settled in, let me explain a little bit of history regarding the essay below:
I had written it in its entirety and remember distinctly that it read flat, clunky and hard, like I'd driven over a rocky, dirt road in an old VW.
I had sat cross-legged on my bed very, very displeased with the result, slowing shaking my head from side to side, knowing and feeling that it was crap.
I closed my eyes, relaxed and inhaled deeply. "I want so much more for my mother." Then, all at once -- sitting there, calm, still, and emptied -- an image of a gracious and loving princess lit my mind, opened my eyes, and caused me to smile. I had it! I knew exactly what to do!
I took my essay and crumpled it to hell. Taking up a new piece of paper, I clustered on the keywords associated with the image that impressed itself on my mind; then, right there, still cross-legged on the bed, I wrote what flowed as if it were dictation. It was finished in minutes.
So here are the key points to writing your personal essay
1) Choose a topic you need to write about, a topic that seems to need you, too.
2) Based on that topic, choose a few keywords on which you can cluster and then do a timed freewrite. If you're a beginning writer, I'd set the timer to no more than 15 minutes at a shot.
(There is another Squidoo lens, "The Best Jobs For Introverts" by AddaptAbilities, that has a poll that seems to indicate that the majority of its traffic -- you and me -- are, in fact, introverts. LeslieMirror then commented, "Yeah, I guess, only introverts would spend so much time in Internet." Indeed. Who but a collection of introverts would be so busily reading, writing, studying, and connecting via internet?)
So, that said, it's probably safe to assume that you already know what I mean by, "choose a few keywords on which you can cluster and then do a timed freewrite." But, just to be sure, please fill out the following poll before we continue to key point number 3.
Polling you on the statement: - "choose a few keywords on which you can cluster and then do a timed freewrite."
Do you understand what I mean by the word "keyword" in this context?
Do you understand what I mean by the word "cluster" in this context?
Do you understand what I mean by the word "timed freewrite" in this context?
If you answered NO or WITH DOUBTS to any of the above questions, then ... - I highly suggest these excellent and relevant books.
The very first book on the list, "Writing the Natural Way," by Gabriele Rico, is a key book to engage, regardless of your current writing level. It is where I first learned the techniques of keyword-clustering and timed freewrites. Her process will help any beginner sound clear and experienced. I promise!
Again, here are the key points on how to write your personal essay
To review, we said:
1) Choose a topic you need to write about, a topic that seems to need you, too.
2) Based on that topic, choose a few keywords on which you can cluster and then do a timed freewrite.
3) Write the dang thing through to completion, even though it's crap and you know it's crap.
You know what they say: "Shit happens!" So, just let the shit happen, right onto the page.
(The mechanics of sentence and paragraph structure are treated in so many other places that I'll not cover them here; however, I've included two link lists so you can find that material faster. One list is below and the other is to the right:)
4) Now that you have this initial work down. Rest. Rest your eyes, your mind, your heart. Breathe in deeply. Relax. Let go. Mentally -- or Spiritually, as the case may be -- reconnect with the core of your topic and just Be with it. You have already prepared the groundwork for inspiration to flow. When it hits, and you see your work with new eyes, you might very well do step 5.
5) Crumple it up and throw it away. Let yourself begin again, fresh, and write through to completion as quickly as you can.
Remember the story behind Robert Lewis Stevenson's enduring work, "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde", how his angry wife seized the finished, hand-written pile of a papers and tossed it onto the fire! (no digitized saved versions in their day.) "Stevenson, an invalid almost deranged by tuberculosis and the effects of medicinal cocaine, had to spend the next three days feverishly rewriting and redrafting the 30,000-word story by hand."
Imagine having to re-write 30,000 words because someone tosses your work into the fire. Or you spill that cup of coffee onto the keyboard of an unsaved document. Yet, Stevenson reported later that having to do the rewrite was the key to the manuscript's ultimate success. Why? Because having written it to completion the first time, having processed it through in whatever clunky and unimaginative way it originally presented itself, it was his sitting down to write it a second time that brought out all the refinement in what is now recognized as "the world's most admired and profound horror story."
Additional links covering the same topic but in a different way
- The story of Dr Jekyll, Mr Hyde and Fanny, the angry wife who burned the first draft.
The quotes above were taken from this article. - How to write a personal essay
Short, philosophical commentary plus links to additional tips, including how NOT to start your essay. - Writing the Personal Essay
A 9 step process - http://www.ehow.co.uk/info_7958095_tips-write-personal-essay.html
A 4 step version
"Legacy"
Learning about mom's cancer : A personal experience essay
A tribute to my mother
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"Go to Utah," she urged, her tone tender, low and sweet. "Make whatever arrangements are necessary, then come back. I'll be all right."
Full of doubt, I insisted. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"I'll be fine," she crooned. "You know Eva takes excellent care of me." She paused and shook her head gently, the inward thoughts coming through her gestures. "I wouldn't ask you to go if I didn't really want you to; you know that. I'll be fine."
This is no fragile woman, I thought, recalling three weeks earlier when I had set eyes on her for the first time since leaving for college a year before. How tiny she had looked, her body swallowed in blankets and pillows on an overwhelming bed. I squinted. Her hair - it was gray! That billowing jet black hair that she'd dyed a hundred times red or gold, was now a wild and wiry gray. Her rounded face had shrunken to taut cheekbones, crevices in the hollows underneath. My thoughts had whirled in confusion, as if I'd walked in on the wrong person - but indeed this was her room. She looked so old I couldn't recognize her as anyone but her own grandmother.
"Why didn't you call me sooner?" I'd protested, pleaded. "I would've come."
But then came her soft reply and tender eyes. "I know you would have, but I didn't want to worry you. I wanted you to stay and finish your studies."
I shook my head in desperation and cupped her small face in my hands.
"No, Mama. You should've called me sooner."
By the time my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and to the form enveloped on the bed I had regained control of myself, but still she amazed me. How could she look so tranquil after I'd tactlessly shown such alarm at her appearance?
Over the next two weeks my mother and I chatted and argued. Days and nights didn't exist, only hours asleep or awake. I gave her manicures and pedicures, tweezed her brows, brushed her course hair and brought crushed ice for her parched mouth.
She looked on while I sketched designs for Aaron's and my wedding rings. And while I made written lists of all his and my anticipated expenses, combined debt, monthly payments and job possibilities, she made verbal lists of all the items she would give us to beautify and brighten our small, cave-like, basement apartment.
"Two people who love each other as much as you do," she explained, "should not be apart. Together you will soar like eagles. You needn't be so afraid, darling." But I was afraid. There were all those little matters like money, jobs, debt - how can any couple survive them?
"Where is your faith in yourself?" she chided - "as well as in God?!" But all I could do was nod my head and bite my lip, my brows furrowed in an endless strain of concentration.
During that third and final week, Aaron drove down to meet my mother and talk to her about our intentions to marry. And there she was, as gracious and accepting as any princess. I found myself getting lost in the image of her. As I stood near them both, I couldn't help but smile, watching that beautiful woman, propped on her pillows, bestowing her blessings upon my finance and urging us to return to Utah.
No, this is no fragile woman, I thought, but she had me fooled, because I followed her advice and returned with my fiancé to his hometown and was gone but three days when news reached me by telephone that she'd died during the previous night, slipping away from me forever, leaving only memories and images of a beautiful and gracious princess.
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For those new to story-structuring
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Or, if you work in bed or on the sofa like I do...
I've just figured out that ...
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