Where Am I Headed?



"Writing, in the widest sense, is everything - pictured, drawn, or arranged - that can be turned into a spoken account: everything then that can again be expressed or even thought in simple sounds or words." - by Alexander Nesbitt





SO far... hmmm. Thats a statement with open ends. But anyhow, So far, my essay, the one I am writing about, the one where I'm about to be stranded-- I've decided figurativly and imaginativly, the one where I have chosen a "island disc", or album to take with me on my journey to isolationism, or to get me there even.

I've started with a current event, something that happens quiet often in my life. A situation well deserving of an escape to a deserted island. So theres my 'WHY'.

Next paragraph. Then it comes to a sort of why/how. I describe the "drifting" process, how I begin to float off, into my own world, my own ocean, looking for MY island. MINE.
The album and artist of choice-- Regina Spektor; Begin to Hope-- are introduced.

Next. Flashback. Those are always fun. I wonder off into a memory, the first time I ever heard a song from Regina. Well positioned I think.

Next. This is where I get "if-y". I'm not sure about this paragraph. Sort of ramble.
I go on, the question "what is the meaning of music to you?" as a sort of template, about well, what music means to me. And what it does to me personally. I also talk more of Regina and how she in particular touches em with her music, explaining why I chose her as my island buddy.
Towards the end it starts getting a little fantasy like, you can sort of see/hear how I am drifting more and more out of real life, and searching for my ferry to my secret place of quiet. This is good because in my next paragraph I would like to start the actual journey its self. Should be interesting. I Hope.