Not as Creative as Italy

Life in Florence goes well. I have made friends and I do well in my class. I love the traveling. Visiting the sites of some of the most inspiring work in the world does wonders for the imagination. Travel writing has stolen my heart. I love long flowing descriptions and recording the life of a tourist. I believe I have discovered a life plan for myself. At least something to get me started on the right path. Yesterday I met Nicky Swallow. A name unfamilar to most, but pick up an Italy guide book from Barnes and Noble and her name is emblazoned on the title page. I can make a living traveling the world and writing about it. To begin with I would start as a fact checker. I would take a guide book written by someone else and guarantee they didn't make any mistakes that would throw a tourist into utter confusion. From there I would work my way up to writer. It sounds so perfect. The writing in guide books is much better too. More journalistic and less creative. I am not the best creative writer. My professor told me today that my writing style was very good but far too formal and grammatical. She wants me to break the rules and be more bold and daring in my sentence structure, but I like uniform and rigor. In my opinion messages are many times lost when the writer strays away from the rules of grammar. When the author writes in things like stream of conscious the message is made more difficult to understand. I do see my professor's point though. I am very stiff and formal. Not only in my writing, but in most aspects of life. The goal for the rest of the summer is to relax my personality more, and crumble more away from the wall in which I use to distance myself from the world. I am to work on being more approachable, and in a land full of strangers I will have plenty of practice.