This is not the sort of post that should be read. It's far too meta and y'all shouldn't have to go through that. It's a homework post, and anyone reading this has already had enough of their own college homework. Seriously. Just stop. Don't keep going. Noooooooo. This is not what you should be doing with your life. There are flowers and chocolate and dating and reading or even homework to do. GO. BE FREE.
So. You have chosen pain. Well. I cannot save you now.
I had a weird night a couple of weeks ago and finished about seven pages of writing, including the narrative. I swear this isn't always how I always do papers. It was a fluke, I decided I wasn't tired, and I ended up writing the narrative in about an hour and a half between two to four in the morning.
This is why you should never ask writers about their process. You'll learn far more than you ever wanted to.
That being said, this assignment played to my strengths. Descriptive language and stories are what I'm good at. I spent some time as a kid learning how to write, and I'm just going to give a shoutout to Druidawn Creations whenever you find something I've written that you liked. On top of that, I've heard this story ten thousand times, and I've had to tell it more than once. Eventually you pick up a few points in the telling.
I hadn't really drawn the connection between the two stories I told though. I mean, they were both on a beach, and of course I realized that. But they're actually really similar, if you look past the deadly nature of one and the relatively inconsequential impact of the other. I don't often tell the crab story, but I think I'll start tacking it onto the end of the tidepool one when I can.
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