Assigned Post 1.2

Now, I'm not sure if there will be a part one to this post. I was having trouble formulating my ideas. Well, actually, I was having trouble narrowing it down to a reasonable topic. So, I went through several ideas before I decided. I got to choose from blogging about writing, college, or education. I ended up choosing writing. I'm fascinated by it. So, this post could get a little weird. Just bear with me.

Writing. Writing means words. Words...well, let's start off with a definition.
According to Merriam Webster Dictionary, the word, "word" means: a speech sound or series of speech sounds that symbolizes and communicates a meaning usually without being divisible into smaller units capable of independent use.

Confession: that went a bit over my head. However, that's communication put into the simplest, most scientific terms. Words are thoughts that others can hear. The written word puts makes these thoughts visible and saves them. Once you write something down, it's going to be there for a while. Even if you're just writing in the sand, having the waves wash your words away, they'll still be there longer than spoken words.

Writing causes people to be aware of their thoughts. Each word has to be chosen carefully for specific reasons. Many words will mean the same thing, but each one is different enough to change your meaning. When you write, you try to find exactly the right words to string together to make your thoughts as clear as possible. This is why being able to write well is critically important. If you write poorly, your thoughts aren't clear. If your thoughts aren't clear, neither is your meaning. If your meaning is lost, well, so are you.

An Introduction

Sometimes... I just go for it.
Now, if I could, I would follow up that enigmatic quote with Bert McCracken's amazing piano piece of the same title. However, my piano skills are not quite to that level. Apparently, not practicing does not help them. Hm. Strange, yes? Oh well.

To be quite honest, I've got absolutely no clue on how to start this whole thing off. This blog was started as part of an English class I'm taking for PSEO. But, this could end up being a lot of fun. That is, if y'all can get through my ramblings.

And speaking of ramblings, maybe I should just go to the beginning and start from there. This post is quite a bit out of order.

My name is Molly Marie Margaret Monk. Yes, it's a lot M's. I was born in Sierra Vista, Arizona, which is one of the most beautiful places in the world. I've moved around a few times, but my family is pretty well settled in Rochester now. I love being outside, but extreme humidity or extreme cold turns that love into disgust. I'm the sort of person who actually enjoys 110 degrees with no humidity at all. You know, the weather that makes you feel like you're a piece of bacon, crackling on the sidewalk. Yep. That's who I am.

I've gotten involved with theatre during the past few years, and I've discovered just how much I love it. I'm currently in a troupe called, "The Otherwise Actors," at the Rochester Civic Theatre. We're a conglomeration of pretty much everything. Fairy sketches, zombie musical numbers, Shakespeare, Willy Wonka, well, we've got it all. Our show is on August 29th at 7:00pm if you're interested in some laughs!

I still haven't described myself very well. I guess, all that matters is that sometimes... I just go for it.