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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting लेखन career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help आप find the right strategy for आप and get आप started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have और than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any लेखन project the सूची can grow exponentially- आप have a blog to write, a monthly newsletter to keep up with, two deadlines for upcoming books, a speaking engagement and more. A long “To Do List” can be overwhelming and for many of us can lead to procrastination, confusion या just plain paralysis! The solution? Do one thing at a time. Come up with a goal for the day. लेखन या marketing? Then do the tasks that will accomplish that goal. If आप have extra time आप can focus on other less pressing tasks.

Keep moving. Humans are smart. Sometimes too smart. Many times obstacles come in our way like a पेड़ in the middle of the road and instead of going around it, we try to chop it down या climb over it. Don’t focus on the obstacles. A rejection is an obstacle but instead of focusing on it हटाइए to the अगला submission या work on something else. So your first play wasn’t the greatest, start your अगला one; okay so your प्रिय editor left your magazine, try to woo the new one. Don’t focus on the roadblock. Go around it.

Don’t use a shovel to eat soup. Use the right tools that work for your project. Whether it is the tool of language (different language is used in romantic fiction versus कल्पना या literary) या software. However, आप don’t need all of the latest technology to be a prosperous writer. I still write all of my initial story ideas long hand before entering them on my computer. To help ‘speed’ the process, a साल पूर्व I bought a Neo AlphaSmart that has helped me capture ideas and bits and pieces of my manuscript and अपलोड it directly to my computer, but my handwritten notes are still my old standby. There are a lot of reasons to spend money, new software, लेखन books, gadgets that promise to make your लेखन life easier, choose only the ones आप really need.

Time stops for no man. How आप spend your present time dictates your future. Daydream about लेखन and months later you’ll have a lovely daydream and nothing to दिखाना for it. If आप envision a book write it every day, if not every दिन at least every week. With our busy lifestyle many of us--beginner and professional writer – let time get away from us. For some of us, we are always trying to ‘find’ time to complete या start our अगला manuscript. Time never stands still so it’s up to आप to grab a hold of it rather than waiting for it to be ‘enough’. I know a dear friend of mine who when she was working full-time always dreamed of being able to stay घर and paint. She now works from home, but still doesn’t find enough time. Why? Because she hasn’t learned the importance of time management. She fills her time with activities that don’t get her close to her dream of painting. So now every दिन she puts in a half घंटा when she must paint and is working towards her dream of being a full-time artist. Time is not the enemy, how आप use it is. So be conscious of what आप do with it. You’ll be surprised how far you’ll go.

Be your own cheerleader not your opponent. We all suffer from doubts, but don’t let your inner critic stop you. When a baby is learning to walk she’ll fall down a lot. She’ll get bruised and cry, but in order to master the skill she’ll need to keep on getting up and trying again and again. We understand that falling is part of the process, but for some reason as adults we’ve become averse to falling. We’ve interpreted it as ‘failing’ and it is. But one must fail his way to success. When आप fail at something, instead of letting the critic have the final say, replace it with your inner cheerleader. The one that says, “That’s okay, keep going.” या “I know it didn’t work this time, but अगला time will be better.” Like the baby learning to walk we have to keep getting up. One rejection letter या two hundred should not stop आप from building your लेखन career. So an editor didn’t like your latest story, come up with something else या प्रस्तुत करे to a different editor. Every career will have its ups and downs. The ones that burn out are the ones that hit the floor and stay there.

Claim your status. Whether you’re published या unpublished claim the fact that you’re a writer. Don’t wait for someone else to give आप that validation. Once again your inner critic may be saying, “I’m not a real writer because I haven’t published anything.” या “I’m not a real writer because I’m not published in hardback.” “I’m only a genre writer; I’ll be a real writer when I’m in mainstream.” या “I’ve only been published in the community newsletter I’m not a real writer like a journalist.” If आप write, you’re a writer. आप don’t need anyone’s permission. However, I will caution you, if आप make this claim, take the necessary steps आप need to grow your skills as a writer. On the flip side there are a number of people who proudly call themselves writers, but never grow in their craft and their careers shows this lack. So constantly strive to be a better writer. This can be accomplished in many ways, online workshops, attending a conference, taking college courses, self-development द्वारा reading, etc. Don’t ever stand still.

Be flexible. Successful लेखन careers are rarely linear. Writers have to take detours when a magazine closes या a new editor hates the writer’s work. A successful mystery series suddenly becomes stale या market trends change the type of work that is accepted. Stretch your लेखन muscles so that your career can always take a new and exciting journey. Do आप write poems? Try लेखन an लेख on poetry. Perhaps that could lead to a book. If your novel isn’t selling, perhaps serialize it online या take the theme and write a short story. Fiction authors try non-fiction. Don’t let yourself be victim to the whims of the industry.

Success is mainly strategy. Writers whose careers have lasted haven’t been without failure, disappointment and setbacks, but these individuals have learned how to हटाइए आगे on the goals they’ve set for themselves. Hopefully with these seven rules आप can linkfor success.
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically लेखन this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 साल old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 साल old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 साल on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave घर and find help herself.


So yeah, if आप liked this, please टिप्पणी दे and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
As we got into the car, I plugged in Casey's Mp3 so we can listen to some of her music. I have never met a kid her age with संगीत taste this awesome. She's even introduced me to songs that I've never even heard of before. Howl sat shotgun अगला to me and Casey sat in the back. We played the song Vacation द्वारा Simple Plan. Howl was curious about it, since the only song he's really heard of was Light my आग द्वारा The Doors. I told Casey how Howl and I met and she really loved it. She even asked me if she can write a story about how Howl and I met for a school project in English. I was flattered!

I...
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He was waiting for my reply, until I finally spilled out,"I प्यार आप too. I प्यार आप और than anything! I wanna be with you! Forever." He कहा nothing. All he did was smile, as he got up. He lifted me, as we both went back to the waterfall cave-area. We sat in the same place as we did before, except Howl wanted to do something else,"Remember what आप told me about making-out?" I looked at him oddly and said,"Yeah?" He winked at me, as he got closer to me. He started चुंबन me, like making out kissing. We started making out very heavily, but I was wondering if this was okay या not? I mean,...
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Twas midnight in the warm summer. The stars so bright and lovely, along with the full moon lingering in the sky. She looked out of her window, sighing about what she is missing out on. The outside world. Oh how Lacrymosa wanted to be in the outside world. Mother never allowed it. Lacrymosa cringed and shuddered at the thought of Mother. What a monster of a being she was. Horrid woman. Very overprotective of her little Lacrymosa. A widowed woman with only one child is usually very protective of her children, but Lacrymosa's mother was quite different. She was overbearing. The क्वीन of Lithiumina....
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Early in the afternoon. All of my sisters and her फ्रेंड्स are so excited about this trip to an actual wild forested area in Africa. I'm kinda on the fence about it, and I'm trying to start my own pool to see if my sister and her फ्रेंड्स will spaz out before they set foot on real jungle grass. He he. It's going to be so hilarious watching these spoiled rich brats take a look at a place without electricity, room-service, houses, pluming, and money usage. It's a high-heel free zone, and they're still wearing those screaming sequined death traps that their so-called "natural born perfected" feet...
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posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a दिन like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is नारंगी, ऑरेंज now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a फव्वारा in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are और benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope आप enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a साल died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by stevie_fan98
I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, और real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem और real than the पूर्व one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.

Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her...
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posted by ilovehouse345
Last time.... she got a text message from brian (mr.m)
Hey Jasmine,wanna go out for रात का खाना tomarrow night?
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She was speechless. Didn't they just have this coversation,(well और like she had it with herself in her head but still...) and now all of a sudden he's asking her out. So she started typing back.
sure.what time do you- then she remebered jade. She couldn't just leave her. Could she?
uhh...mabye I have a guest staying here but if she doesn't mind then sure!. She closed her phone and went back to making खाना for her and jade. The house was quiet for a while and then...
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posted by MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere आप want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, दिखा रहा है a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of आप in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming टैंगल्ड in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether या not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
1st chapter: link

2nd chapter: link

3rd chapter: link

4th chapter: link



Chapter 5

Koda rode through the desert for what seemed like hours. The sun was starting to set in the West, making the sky bright नारंगी, ऑरेंज and pink. If he wasn’t so worked up over everything he would stop to enjoy the sunset but his mind was too preoccupied.

The wind started to get chilly and sky was getting darker so he decided he’d gone far enough and should stop for a rest.
Standing द्वारा his bike he scanned the landscape looking for anything that could be used as shelter. The landscape was mostly dirt and weeds, nothing to...
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posted by jacob_lover5253
Oh crap. She’s here. That’s not good. She could ruin everything. Please don’t mess this up Kelsey please, I prayed. I smiled weakly as Kelsey walked around the lake to meet up with Nicky and I. Nick splashed me so I splashed him back laughing. Kelsey eyed us. Kelsey please go away, I thought. “Karleigh can I शामिल होइए आप and Nick?” I looked at Nick. Should I let her शामिल होइए us? He nodded. “Sure Kelsey.” She squealed then jumped in the lake.

I punched Nicky lightly on the shoulder and when he pushed me under the water I couldn’t help but laugh, filling my mouth up with nasty fishy lake...
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posted by kateeuy
It took some time for Scarlet to get her head around the fact that she was no longer human. Thoughts raced through her mind like a pack of wolves. Cravings. Her weakness. It was hard to resist the sweet lucious taste of human blood, running down her lips, into her mouth. So satisfying. She needed it, now, और than anything else. Standing in her bedroom facing the the moon shining brightly in night sky. She closed her eyes gently, breathing in and out. Scarlet felt a sudden chill rise up her back bone, her teeth gowing larger, sharper, ready to feed.

That calm thursday night, the moon was out...
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 Isabella
Isabella
    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I भालू a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...
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They always कहा that I was a bit mad.

    I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies या how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real फ्रेंड्स instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine,...
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posted by sweetpea92
The Last Goodbye

I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my दिल in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My दिल nearly stops as something...
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posted by DxCFan123
I had just gotten to school, I had a STRONG feeling there is another god helper around here. I thought I was the only one on earth! I almost showed my powers. I have the powers on weather and ability to हटाइए objects with my mind. When ever I हटाइए objects with my mind, hand hands glow into black balls. My hands glowed a little black. But not completely. I was able to calm myself down fast enough for no one to see. As I walked into the classroom, I looked around. I saw a cute boy, the teacher had called him up, and called him Bruno, so I assumed that was his name. Then, the teacher called ME...
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posted by irena83
~ Chapter 1: Dreams

Love. Unconditional and pure प्यार was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from दिन to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But प्यार was still there, although destroyed द्वारा many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and दिल full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be दूध and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
प्यार was still there, that pure प्यार that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of प्यार was still burning...
posted by Angelcatz11
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942

Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He कहा kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think आप will"
I कहा sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas आप cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.