Good Writing.

If the back cover synopsis of the the book you're reading turns out to be just that, a synopsis, then perhaps you'd be better off flushing that book down an industrial strength toilet and waste away in front of the glowing box. I mean, at least you'd enjoy the moments as your bone marrow rots away one atom at a time. The back cover should beckon you as does a seductress, but at the same time it should be an understatement of the prowess of prose and literary technique bound within.

In light of college apps, I've realized one thing. Good writing makes you think. It makes you flip back to page one when you read something that was innocuous and unimportant. Later you realize that the author gave you the conclusion clear as day 342 pages ago. So what about books makes taciturn children abide to and older adults hoard to? It's simple. As I said before, it makes you think. It draws you in. It only gives you enough information to go on with your daily life, without exploding in someone's face. Screaming, "WHAT HAPPENS TO MR. EDWARD DAMMIT!!!!?!?!" Perhaps you'll never know. Or at least not until volume two. For the same reason people play sudoku, people read. But instead of jogging your brain, it makes it run.

In light of college apps, I've realized one thing. I fail to write cohesively. Good writing reflects back on itself, or if it's a convex mirror, into itself. OooOoOo I actually learned something in Physics- watch out. Every line, every word, 342 pages in, or 23 pages back, it all reflects back on that main idea. As I attempt to write my personal statements, I find myself lost in a maze of fun house mirrors. Every sentence foreign to the one adjacent to it. If my essays had an attention span they'd be a about as long as... What was I talking about? I find myself reading books in hopes that the good writing will impress on me. But instead of writing and revising my personal statements, I find myself writing on meaningless unread blogs. I think "Let this essay be the end-all and be-all." Then instead of writing the essay, I go complain and whine about it on some useless sloppily written blog.

Ironic that I say I realized just one thing yet write about several separate and novel ideas in one essay. Like I said, I have a problem. Shakespeare wrote in Macbeth, "Glamis hath murdered sleep, and now Cawdor shall no longer" (Yea, I actually learned something in school.). In writing this essay, I've realized one thing. Reading good writing has made me a better writer. Whether I'm writing for college or for nonsensical teenage blogs, it all makes me a better writer. This essay is proof, I am not the same writer I was forty pages ago. Coherent, check. Cohesive, half-a-check. Well-written, for now we'll give it a minus sign with a few plus signs surrounding it to even it out. Willis hath murdered writing cohesively, and now more placebos for good writing, called blogs, shall be created.