evidence: I am reminded of Ernest Hemingway’s beautifully daunting words every time I begin writing essays for my English classes. The truth is that it is simply hard for me to sit and pour out everything inside of myself onto a blank page. Sometimes, my jumbled, even occasionally uniquely insightful thoughts cannot seem to escape my head long enough to become coherent, powerful sentences. This is the case especially when I’m writing about Chaucer…or Spenser…or Wordsworth. And isn’t that the goal-besides trying to get a good grade for a class-to actually write something new, profound, and fully worthy of being read. I am left with the question of how do I write? How do I sit down at a computer and "bleed"? [...] The structure of how I write may be because of the western standard that I have grown up with. I am not positive if yet, or ever, I will be able to "bleed" onto a page as Ernest Hemingway notes. However, with clarity and certainty, I believe and hope as Jack Kerouac does that, "One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple."