It sounds like most of you viewed the peer review process as largely positive, and for that I am very glad.
One comment that I was glad somebody shared, however, is that it can be difficult to peer review when you are all in the same class to learn how to write in the first place; how can you, then, recognize a mistake that someone else doesn't?
For today's class, I want to go over a few common mistakes that many, sometimes even most, beginning writers make that are easy to avoid, and then I want to give you guys a chance to practice using these as you might in your paper. Through this exercise I want to encourage you guys to see what's already going on in your paper, and think about how those areas affect the final impact of your writing.
3 COMMON PROBLEMS OF THE BEGINNING WRITING PROCESS
1. Helicopter author syndrome
Everyone has known someone whose mother (or father) is way, WAY too concerned with the well-being of her (or his) child; you may, in fact, have one of those mothers (or fathers). College administrators HATE parents like this, and call them "helicopter parents," because they just sort of hover around their children and hold their hand through every little bump in the road.
Many times when writers first get started composing, they experience a relationship with their text very similar to what a helicopter mom feels for their child. They primp and pamper and hold its hand, and the result is a very prolonged and weakened establishment of authority.
To avoid being a helicopter author:
- Be confident when introducing your point. If you have more than 2 introductory sentences AT THE ABSOLUTE MOST before you get to content unique to yourself, you are hovering too much.
- Don't just restate the expectations in the paper prompt. I wrote the damn thing; I know what you're writing about and how you're going to do it. I expect you to have an introduction to your papers; I also expect that introduction to be your words and your thoughts, not just my guidelines. If your introduction merely restates the information found in the essay prompt, you're hovering too much.
- Don't second guess the intelligence of your reader. Sometimes when you're writing something and you ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO get a specific message across, it can be tempting to hit the reader over the head with what he/she should take away from your text. This obvious manipulation can be very off-putting at times. Instead, have faith that your reader experiences emotions the way every normal human does, and leave it to him/her to decide that Bambi's mother dying is sad.
2. Marty McFly syndrome
Whether you knew it or not, you think the title of the movie "Back to the Future" is hilarious. Everybody does. It's because there's a weird little twist in your expected mental chronology there. You can't go BACK to the future, because the future, by its very definition, is IN FRONT OF US. Ha ha ha.
When you're reading a paper, however, it isn't funny if your understanding of time gets jumbled up like Marty's thoughts when his future mom kisses him in the past. To avoid the confusing metaphor, it detracts significantly from an organic enjoyment of writing if you keep switching tenses without a genius-level creative reason for doing so.
To avoid being a Marty McFly:
- DON'T JUST RELY ON SPELLCHECK. Have a human being read over your writing. Have a couple, in fact. As you read over your writing, ask yourself: AM I KEEPING MY READER IN A CONSTANT TIME, OR IS MY READER ABOUT TO KISS HIS MOTHER IN THE PAST?
- Let me put that another way. If you are telling a story that happened to you in the past, as you most often will, you have three options:
(A) Tell it ALL in the past tense. This mimics typical storytelling and is usually what a reader expects in the average story. Example: I went to the store. I bought popcorn, and then I watched Back to the Future.
(B) Tell it ALL in the present tense. This can make a story seem more immediate and engaging, but at the expense of making it more difficult to separate WHEN things are happening. Example: I go into the store. I buy popcorn, and then I watched Back to the Future.
(C) Tell it in a HODGEPODGE OF TENSES THAT LEAVE MY READER CONFUSED. This is an excellent choice if you dislike your readers and want to keep secrets from them. Example: I went to the store. I buy popcorn, and then I watched Garth sob in the corner about my tense misuse.
3. Michael Scott syndrome
Everyone knows somebody who can't really tell the difference between a great time to tell the story of their uncle's hernia exam and a terrible time to tell the story of their uncle's hernia exam. A useful hint is that it's never a good time to tell the story of your uncle's hernia exam.
In academic writing, this comes across as a misuse of voice. There is a wide range of subjects that I am sure you would discuss with your roommate/best friend/dear diary that you simply wouldn't discuss with your mother/me/the little old lady waiting for the bus. Though your mother, the old lady, and I are all very eager to know who you are and what you're all about, it would be a mistake to just launch into a curse-laden tirade about how much crack you snorted this weekend.
To avoid being a Michael Scott:
- Understand WHO you're writing to (if you want to be absolutely correct: Understand TO WHOM you are writing). In academic writing, it is best to imagine saying everything you've just written while wearing a suit and tie and applying for the job of your dreams at the ice cream factory (or wherever the job of your dreams may be).
- Understand WHAT you're writing about. Some topics may be difficult to write about without horrifying an academic audience. These can be obvious, like the time you kidnapped the crown prince of Somalia, or more subtle, like when you use personal anecdotes in a situation that isn't appropriate. Ask yourself whether the topic you're writing about lends itself to a Michael Scott moment, and then steer clear.
- Be yourself. Nobody wants to read robot writing. By the same token, I expect you guys to imbue your writing with some of the flavor of your individual lives. Just make sure that you don't share more than you intend to get graded on.
ACTIVITY TIME!
To put these three subjects in practice, we're going to do a little writing exercise. Below are links to three songs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDm_ZHyYTrg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhRRWwH3Fro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsClnVfJwHA&feature=fvw
Each song tells a clear story. I want you each to pick one song (your choice; please don't all just pick the first link) and treat it as if it happened to you and you're including it as the first story in your paper.
To complete this exercise, you need to:
1. Introduce your story in a way that sets up our understanding of it without holding our hand.
2. Describe the story in a consistent and appropriate way. Each of these songs will have some element that is probably not appropriate to turn in for a grade; it's your job to decide what to include and what not to include.
3. Reflect on this story AS THE PERSON SINGING IT. That is, analyze the ethos of this song so as to decide why it would be relevant to include in a paper like this.
Write this as a comment to this post. BE PREPARED TO SHARE YOUR WRITING.
When i first sang this song i figured a lot of people would not get it. To clear some things up, i didn't shoot anyone. I am talking about the "MAN" which is law enforcement in general. They try to tell me how to live my life, such as telling me i cant grow my own marijuana, but I'm singing this song to tell them that i don't care what they say because i am going to do what i am going to do.
ReplyDeleteSo here I am, on the run, because I am wanted for murder. But really, it wasn't even my fault. There was nothing I could do.
ReplyDeleteAll my life, Sheriff Brown has had a personal vendetta against me. No matter what I try to do, he always shoots me down (no pun intended). I was finally free one day, just walking around town minding my own business, and then Sheriff Brown got his gun out and tried to kill me. Naturally, I had to retaliate, and I shot him before he could get to me. So yes, I did shoot him, but it was only in self-defense.
Bob Marley
ReplyDeleteThe sherrif in my home town always hated me. I had no idea what he truly had a hate for me. We have always had problems. His name was John Brown. The sherrif had issues noone was going to be able to change, so i did it.
He hated me because I did things he did not approve of. Everytime I tried to plant my seeds he would get upset. Other then that, I did not do anything to this man. He was never going to leave me alone.
As I was heading out of town, finally trying to escape from everything, I look over and John Brown is there aiming at me about to shoot. I was looking around knowing I was about to get shot unless I tried to defend myself. So I had too. I shot him. I shot him because he hated me, he wanted me dead, and I was not going to let them happen.
Bob Marley
ReplyDeleteI have done some crazy things in my life, some I had no controll over because of the influences I was under. One day the sheriff told said that I couldn't grow my plants and and told me to kill them before I grow them. He came over to me the other day and told me to kill it before I grow it and i wasn't happy with what he said so when I was in town he heard me yelling and he pointed a gun at me, uncontrollably I pulled the trigger of my gun and shot that sheriff. And now ther out looking for me saying that I shot someone who I didn't.
i was on the run in my hometown because i was wanted for the killing of a deputy. i didnt kill a deputy but i shot sheriff john brown. its all over the news but i swear i did it in self defense. the sheriff hated me for some reason but this reason was unclear to me. everytime i would try to plant a seed the sheriff would kill it and showed me no respect. one day i was planning to leave town for good but on my way out i noticed the sheriff aiming his gun right at me. i didnt mean to do it but my reflexes got the better of me and i shot him. what happened, happened i cant take it back. so you see i did shoot a sheriff, but i didnt shoot the deputy.
ReplyDeleteBob marley- I shot the sheriff
ReplyDeleteI wrote this song not because i actually shot a sheriff or deputy, but to make a point. Yes i have done bad things in my life,(shot the sheriff), but nothing bad enough to the point i need to be convicted.(like shooting the deputy). Let me live my life making people happy with my music. So what if i grow a little marijuanna, is it really that bad?
One day I was playing my fiddle consumed by the music when the devil hoisted himself upon a stump and challenged my to a duel. We the deul continued for three breaks until the devil, with his blazing fingers, and laid down his golden fiddle, which now belongs to me.
ReplyDeleteDevil went down to Georgia
ReplyDeleteOne time a visitor came down to Georgia to challenge me in a fiddling contest. "The devil" as he called himself. He told me that he was the best fiddler there was. The devil's reward, if I won, would be his shiny golden fiddle. It was the most beautiful fiddle I had ever laid my eyes on. The price to pay, if I lost would be my soul. Well that devil fiddled, and he was good. He definately was not as good as I was though. When he finished, I stepped up and showed him what a real fiddler was. He then handed me his fiddle in defeat.
Music and competition have always been two big things in my life but above all one the biggest priciples i hold dear is playing fair. There has been one single competition that all three of those have in conflict. I was practicing my fiddle out in the woods after church one sunday after noon and it got real dark real quick but i really didnt pay any attention because i was really hitting some great note. Then this guy comes up to me out of nowhere and challenges me saying he thinks he is better than me. I knew who he was (the horns and smell of brimstone was a dead givaway) he wanted to have a competition if i won i would get a golden fiddle if he won he would get my soul. I thought about if for a second prayed a quick prayer and never and played the best peice i knew. My fingers were flying so fast and then it was over and he stood there stunned and then left immidietly and left the fiddle.
ReplyDeleteSheriff john brown and i never seemed to see eye to eye, our dispute started when he continued to kill every seed that i planted. but as time progressed i became more and more feed up with his constant desire to destroy my crops. So out of complete self defense i one day shot sheriff john brown. my entire hometown was trying to hunt me down and charge me with the capital offense of killing a deputy, when in actuallity this man was no deputy he was just a sheriff who was trying to control my lifestyle through forceful means.eventually enough was enough and i had to stand up to authority and defend my rights to grow.
ReplyDeleteDisreguard the first one...
ReplyDeleteOne day I was playing my fiddle consumed by the music when the deivl hoisted himself upon a stump and challenged me to a duel. The duel continued for three spats until the devil, with his blazing fingers, laid down his golden fiddle, who's fiddle I am now playing hard.
Roland, Headless Thompson Gunner.
ReplyDeleteBorn in Norway, I have always enjoyed warfare, but wars in Norway are a scarcity. Through all the weapons available, I have always had an affinity for the Thompson Sub Machine Gun. It is a little old by today's standards, but an automatic weapon is never to be underestimated.
Rather than let my Thompson rust and have nothing to do, I became a mercenary, a soldier of fortune. I made a deal with a company in Denmark, to kill for them in the fields of Biafra, fighting in the Congo war for the Congolese. It was a long war; I fought for almost two years against the Bantu, as the best gunner amongst my brothers in arms. It was gorey and hellish, but it was a living.
One day, though, my friend Van Owen turned on me. For the CIA, he shot me, taking away my head and life, but I lived on in my gun. It traveled far and wide, fighting in my stead, until it finally killed the man who wronged me. But to let a good weapon rust is a shame, and there is always a fight somewhere.