I like writing. I like words. I like reading. I like novels. I like syntax and flow and inculcation.
I guess some other people like my writing too.
Dr. Reed once told me it was “pure poetry” and that my work had “soul”. “Strong thinking. Good writing” is what Dr. B called it. I remember the incredulous looks both of them gave me when I told them I was going into Science and Engineering as oppose to English, or Political Science.
I’m not sure what to say. Their belief in my abilities encouraged me to stretch and challenge what I had already been doing.
I don’t know if I’m actually good at writing, I know that one day, though, I do want to write a book. And I won’t stop writing. About 1% of anything I’ll let anyone read is actually crafted to be a developed piece of work. Most of what is written here are brain dumps.
Scientific writing poses a whole new challenge for me. I usually write with the purpose of communication of more abstract ideas.This in turn allows me to write with flourish. Scientific writing, however, is so bare yet it’s injected with countless rules and jargon. I want to write to communicate ideas or feelings. I want to write to make others feel the same conviction that reverberates midst my turbid thoughts; I think if I make all those invisible emotions visible to them—give them a spectra and hues that are undeniable—then surely they will understand the complexities and motivations for different ideas and issues better. Context.
But ugh. Scientific writing. It’s like stripping the flesh off of me. Bare-boned I display fractured arguments and chemical knowledge as an after thought. I don’t see how to structure the arguments. Why is there no resolution? No culmination? At this point I spend as much time reading primary scientific reports as I do writing them and it all feels like jazz. Well, not the jazz I know, for me it is something with plenty of phrasing and poetry and spectra. But others have told me that jazz to them is just endless and that it all sounds the same. There is no phrasing and there is no climax. To them it sounds just like a string of endless notes—not quite a song. Well that description of jazz is how it feels to write my papers.
I can’t conclude anything. I can only suggest.
But I’m also getting better at it with every paper and I know that I have a lot more to come. Three- four more biology classes. A year of Physics. A year of physical chemistry. A year of Bio chemistry.
I wanted a challenging education.
I thank God that I have one.
By His grace, and not anything I can do, I have come this far. And by His grace I will continue forward.