Unity and Going with Your Interest

I found chapter 8 to be very helpful in giving me tips to better my writing. Zinsser's point about how readers are annoyed by the writers lack of focus in  approaching and what the actual article is about is something I can relate to. When being ask to write about something that displays no interest to you is very hard and time consuming. Especially being forced to write a set word count on a basic sentence as your topic.This specific point about unity also ties into his point about going with your interest.

Going with your interest allows you to display your personal feel about the subject and is no longer a time consuming issue. When writing about the things I love, I instantly find myself writing for a long period of time to acknowledge every thought and point I want to make. Doing this and incorporating Zinsser's unity statements will help anyone trying to gain a readers acceptance

Toure's Passage from the article: COMPLEX: Who Killed It: Yasiin Bey (aka Mos Def) “N*ggas In Poorest”

 MCs are still all about spending money like it ain’t a thang. Their major trending topic is the cash. Meanwhile, the discussion of insanely expensive never-worn watches must sound crass to people who every day grow less and less hopeful of finding a job. I love “Niggas In Paris,” even though much of its self-congratulatory bragging feels out of place in today’s climate. The song registers no awareness of how extreme financial brags may turn off some listeners during a prolonged recession. “What’s 50 grand to a nigga like me?” is an honest rhetorical question. Jay’s a multimultimillionaire. But it’s also tone deaf.

 So the song is ripe for a working class–focused MC like Yasiin Bey (formerly Mos Def) to remake into “Niggas In Poorest,” something more fitting with what many Blacks are going through now. It’s something more angry. Something more Occupyish. Something that gives us an MC who’s aware of the current economic climate. “What’s $50 grand to a nigga like me?” Bey asks. “More than my annual salary.” This song is a tragic blues. A scream to keep from crying. Or killing. There’s no self-pity here, but lots of soul-crippling pain.