New writing adventure

I am doing something I am not use to doing but I hope it turns out alright....The girl is in a creative writing class and has to chart her emotions through the semester...it will end up spanning a year in college because she enjoys the venting. She is to not use the same emotion twice & she must chose a dictionary definition and also define it herself. after defining it she will recall and recount memories or things that made her feel that way...This is the first entry it is not an emotion but rather how I figured it could uniquly tie the book together....

Please Comment if you have any ways I can make this better or even if you just like it...
THANKS Y'all & Blessings


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Emery Jude Dixon

Emery: English in origin and means work ruler. Originally an English surname.

Jude: English in origin meaning from Judea

Dixon: English in origin meaning son of Richard

My thoughts: At least my parents stuck with the English origin. And I can’t blame the last name from being wrong. My grandfather’s name is Garth. In school I always went by E.J. Dixon. It was neither too feminine or to masculine and it always fit on the back of a rodeo team shirt.

So, my creative writing professor has given us a challenge. To start this journal and to track our emotions throughout the semester. We cannot use the same emotion twice and we must not only define it with the help of Mr. Webster but through our excerpt allowing our reader to sense and feel our emotions. For one I would almost think this was a crock of bull except for after compiling said journal I hope to show my grandmother that I belong as an English major and not a science one.

My first excerpt is supposed to lay the land out for my readers. He said, “ ‘ Give them a glimpse into their subject.’ “Well, here I am boring you with a glimpse. So far you know my name. I’m Emery and while you can call me E.J. If you want, I should knock one thing out for you right away. I am and will always be a cowgirl. So, if you are hesitant to read on understand. I say the words please and thank you. In my dialog I don’t like the letter g. I talk slow but I am not stupid. I am tough….which makes this project tough. Why should I let the world feel my  raw emotions. Well, consider this your warning that this project will become real and uncut. He expressed that we can leave this uncensored and real so I also suppose I should describe myself: I am about 5 Ft. 6 but taller with my boots on, I have auburn hair and paralyzing green eyes. My skin is fairly pale but I do have some freckles from working out in the sun. I am of average build and unlike Barbie I have natural curves. I wear my hair most commonly to the side in a braid. I don’t have a boyfriend and my guardians are my grandparents. I suppose if that’s not laying the land for my readers than he can shove it. You’re bound to learn more than you bargained for in the months ahead.

Leaving the corral,

E.J. Dixon

Sometimes what you wanted was always inside of you

Growing up I always thought I was such an abnormal person. I have a hard time walking  on an even surface, I have always loved learning new things, and while all my other friends wanted to be pop princesses I wanted to be like Loretta & Reba.
    I'm 22 and on the cusp of turning 23 in 14 days. I can say that there is a lot of things I have wanted in life and some I haven't gotten & others are still in the beginning stages. As I await patiently to learn my fate about Physical Therapy school and a life changing move to Texas I couldn't help but have a nostalgic weekend.
      I never realized how a town could still hold memories so crisp and clear. Every time I return to my College Alma Mater I get excited and I am happy with the people I get to see. There are friends from my numerous organizations but many of them have become more than friends. A lot of them actually help me realize that I am greater than I ever could have imagined. They have shown me that my whole life of me hiding behind my weight & glasses was hiding somethings that the world deserved to see.
     I let this fear of turning into a carbon compressed diamond blind me from showing the world the pearl I am. I felt so comfortable in my shell & never imagined the day of my harvest. We are all pearls...all unique and stand for different things. We all have different dreams & goals but sometimes you realize that the differences you thought made you abnormal really made you the same as people you probably didn't expect.
   Today I discovered that many people I have considered to be my biggest competition and I have a lot in common. so, as I despised them for getting what I fought for I was really despising parts of myself (hmm...am I a genius or what?).
     Although, I know I am a dreamer and live to accomplish every new one and old one I have ever imagined I also know that sometimes what you strive for the most has always been inside of you.
 Such as my caring heart or my uncanny way with words. So, when you feel like you have nothing good to bring to the world look inside of you. Your voice could start the rally for something important so when you think that what you want is something in this world know that you have great things within you! Use your talents & enjoy the outcomes!

When you fear blinding people like a diamond, don't forget how you glisten you beautiful Pearl!

Blessings & well Wishes