Barriers

My main barrier in my writing is that I’m a very structured person. The only time I’m creative is when I’m drawing. My sturdiness has caused me to be more of a dull writer and also it makes it hard to convey my ideas, that I feel are pretty good, but aren’t given a proper voice due the wording is too systematic and not a varying from of different structures. Structure also keeps me from wondering the world of different styles of writing. The Confines structure among some other things are inhibiting my writing skill.
Many people have different barriers of writing that not only bar them from writing well or writing professionally. My mom is a very good writer and a very emotional person. She can’t always put into words what she is trying to say because she tends to get too worked up. This is what shows me her writing skill because she expresses herself and her views rightly and in ways that help me to understand her side of what is happening. She even writes to herself some times when something is bothering her. She has only written one thing in her life that has been published. It was to our City News paper, The Goshen News, and the article was about how young Amish children are allowed to drive pony carts on the road. Living in the Amish Ghetto, as I Like to call it, we have on several occasions almost hit these young children due to the fact that they aren’t mature enough to handle a pony or even sometimes a full grown horse. She wrote a Letter to the News addressing this issue on night and sent it out just before the mail was picked up for the day. That day on her way home from work she almost hit two different pony carts along the way, and both of those carts were driven by children between the ages of 4-7. Once she had calmed down she couldn’t believe she had sent it in. She realized our Amish neighbors would probably be angry at her. She got several letters in response to the letter that was published. The barrier is that my mom wouldn’t have sent that letter in if she wasn’t so mad and hadn’t realized she was going to step on someone’s toes. Her ethical value of not angering someone is the prison that keeps her writing to locked in the privacy of our home.