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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting menulis 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 anda find the right strategy for anda and get anda started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have lebih than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any menulis project the daftar can grow exponentially- anda 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 atau just plain paralysis! The solution? Do one thing at a time. Come up with a goal for the day. menulis atau marketing? Then do the tasks that will accomplish that goal. If anda have extra time anda can focus on other less pressing tasks.

Keep moving. Humans are smart. Sometimes too smart. Many times obstacles come in our way like a pohon in the middle of the road and instead of going around it, we try to chop it down atau climb over it. Don’t focus on the obstacles. A rejection is an obstacle but instead of focusing on it pindah to the selanjutnya submission atau work on something else. So your first play wasn’t the greatest, start your selanjutnya one; okay so your favorit 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 fantasi atau literary) atau software. However, anda 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 tahun yang lalu I bought a Neo AlphaSmart that has helped me capture ideas and bits and pieces of my manuscript and upload 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, menulis books, gadgets that promise to make your menulis life easier, choose only the ones anda really need.

Time stops for no man. How anda spend your present time dictates your future. Daydream about menulis and months later you’ll have a lovely daydream and nothing to tampil for it. If anda envision a book write it every day, if not every hari 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 atau start our selanjutnya manuscript. Time never stands still so it’s up to anda 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 halaman awal 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 hari she puts in a half jam when she must paint and is working towards her dream of being a full-time artist. Time is not the enemy, how anda use it is. So be conscious of what anda 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 anda 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.” atau “I know it didn’t work this time, but selanjutnya time will be better.” Like the baby learning to walk we have to keep getting up. One rejection letter atau two hundred should not stop anda from building your menulis career. So an editor didn’t like your latest story, come up with something else atau menyerahkan 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 atau unpublished claim the fact that you’re a writer. Don’t wait for someone else to give anda that validation. Once again your inner critic may be saying, “I’m not a real writer because I haven’t published anything.” atau “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.” atau “I’ve only been published in the community newsletter I’m not a real writer like a journalist.” If anda write, you’re a writer. anda don’t need anyone’s permission. However, I will caution you, if anda make this claim, take the necessary steps anda 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 oleh reading, etc. Don’t ever stand still.

Be flexible. Successful menulis careers are rarely linear. Writers have to take detours when a magazine closes atau a new editor hates the writer’s work. A successful mystery series suddenly becomes stale atau market trends change the type of work that is accepted. Stretch your menulis muscles so that your career can always take a new and exciting journey. Do anda write poems? Try menulis an artikel on poetry. Perhaps that could lead to a book. If your novel isn’t selling, perhaps serialize it online atau 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 pindah meneruskan, ke depan on the goals they’ve set for themselves. Hopefully with these seven rules anda can linkfor success.
Disclaimer: *I'm only on Season 3 Episode 16 & I have not read the books!*

The Vampire Diaries is my guilty pleasure. It's painfully corny, overly cliche and not to mention has some less than perfect akting but for some reason; I'm addicted. I have all this pent up frustration about the situation between the three main characters so I've finally broke down and decided I need to talk about it. This is a little overview as to how I feel about each character.

Let's start with Elena:

I can't stand Elena, no matter how hard I try, I just can't. I have sympathy for her because she has suffered...
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The lingering light was obliterated oleh the rapidly falling night. The once ikan salmon, salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the moon. The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of...
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posted by CupcakeMal714
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all hari long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil...
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posted by MagicalMadness
I've always wanted to be a mermaid! I recently found this spell and I've already got some of the side effects! I know that not all spells work for everybody but I hope this one works for you;)
First the side effects: (are some of the side effects I got)
-dizziness
-headache
-itchy legs and back
-singing a lot
-crossing legs a lot

What anda will need:
-cup/bowl
-water(warm atau cold doesn't matter)
-salt
-tea spoon
-belief that the spell will work
-10 pm-11
-a symbol (necklace, bracelet)

What anda need to do:
1.fill the cup/bowl halfway with water
2.put a teh spoon of salt into the water and stir
3.drop your...
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A Screenwriting Dialogue Master Class & lebih - Full Interview with William C. Martell at Story Expo via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by hgfan5602
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality

They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope

When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands everyday.

They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will

When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away

When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain is our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it

"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
posted by NagisaTomoya
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The hari anda Slipped Away: Middle
    I do not know what caused me to do it. I stood with my son in my arms, holding his head to my chest as embers flew and people scurried to put out the api I caused. I had lit Euphoria’s house on fire. No one needed it anymore, for I was taking Thomas to Yun Gong and Euphoria was… Well, anda know. I watch embers float oleh and one lands of my pale cheek, burning it ever so slightly. It was only lebih pain to feel. Thomas was     shaking as if he was cold, though the...
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posted by jedigirl
"Caleb? How? What are? Your a dimension jumper?" I ask, finally able to complete a sentence.
"Yeah I am. How are anda even here? Your not suppose to know yet," He stares at me.
"Same as anda apparently. Dimension jumping?" I guess.
"Yeah, I got that, but how are anda even in here. No one jumps in atau out of here. anda have to be brought."
"So I've been told." I say. He looks at me. "And what do anda mean I'm not suppose to know?" I eye him accusingly. He looks guilty, like he just gave away a secret.
"You weren't supposed to know I can jump until later. Like Two years from now. When anda found out you...
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posted by jedigirl
I pull up to our house with dad right behind me. He rushes me into the house like we're being followed.
"Don't worry Kodi. We'll fix this," He tells me.
"I don't want this fixed Dad! I want answers. I'm tried of lying to myself. Telling myself that they're just daydreams, when clearly they're not! Don't keep me ignorant anymore. Please," I plead. For years I had been complacent about his silence, but not anymore, because now I have information and I will use it.
"Sweetheart, anda not knowing is the safest place to be right now. Until anda have full control."
"Control of what Dad? I can't control...
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         Chapter one: unexpected things
“This is so much fun!” Alia screamed with excitement. Alia was flying over the greenest forest she ever seen! It was bigger than her families’ garden. (Alia’s family had a gigantic garden, and a lot of money to purchase plants) She wisped through the green trees feeling the refreshing air flow through her long brown wavy hair, making it a humongous mess. She saw something, a shadowy figure. “What’s that, who are you” Alia yelled. The small shadowy thing came closer. It didn’t reply. “Hello?”...
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posted by Abyssail
A shapeless void. Interrupted only oleh the occasional shooting star. Every now and then anda can see colour flare into existence but as soon as anda notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic...
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This is just the first 2 chapters; I don't know what I'm going to do with it much, but I want to get opinions on what I have so far. Thank you.

"How much longer?" Rena whined, her head on her desk. Her voice was just a raspy whisper, quiet enough to not draw the attention of Frau Abendroth, our study hall supervisor and Rena's German teacher. I looked at my cellphone.

"Three lebih minutes," I whispered.

"Kill me," she muttered.

"Halt deine verdammte Mündung," Frau Abendroth grumbled from her desk, not taking her eyes away from the magazine she was reading. Rena looked up and glared at her. I held...
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posted by gerybarzaka
Hello! This is my first post on this page, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote. I hope anda like it!


They say that when anda hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My jantung with it. I lost everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All...
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posted by E-Scope90
Okay, this is my oversized story. I just really hope anda enjoy. I originally diposting this last year, but for some reason, it got deleted. So I'm re-posting it. Enjoy.

The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.

I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!

"Get away from me, anda ra-"
I tripped onto the streets....
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posted by misscrazel
If I put: **** it means they berkata a cuss word I don't feel comfortable writing.




Brianna was running through the woods, branches whipping her face. She glanced behind her. A young woman with long black hair was pursuing her. She shot an panah at the woman but she dodged and it flew right passed her. The woman grabbed her hair and pulled her closer.

"You can't get away can anda Blondie?" she asked. her breath stank of ikan and blood.

Brianna struggled to get away.

"Your a tough one aren't you?" she asked, "Well I'll spare your mother if anda stop it."

"I don't believe you," berkata Brianna.

"Well than,"...
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posted by JellyPopper
WARNING MAY BE INNAPROPRIATE FOR KIDS UNDER 10 don't worry not real :P Chance Manner was a college student who was sent to an asylum for attempting to bite a mans leg off after using basalts without anyone knowing he took them. He has only tried once to grow big finger nails and slit his own neck open. So they put him in a lebih extreme room where someone has recently escaped. there was a rip on the side of the dinding of foam, he found it and there was a hole that let underground then back up to the outside world. He made it outside and the world just got a whole lot lebih dangerous. His first...
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It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our jeruk, orange book bags
Saved us from some pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two jeruk, orange crayons
When everyone else was green

Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the jeruk, orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.

The jeruk, orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone jeruk, orange in the rainbow
Without anda here


I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here

Now jeruk, orange is my color
A color for anda bravery
A color for my survival

jeruk, orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away

Forever jeruk, orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
posted by StarWarrior
CHAPTER ONE
    “I’ve got it!” Shade squeaked.
    “Hurry!” zamrud, emerald barked, trying to keep up with him.
    “Corner it there, quick!” Kitmira barked.
    Shade turned the rabbit toward the thick thorn bushes. It was getting tired. Shade pounced; he landed perfectly on its back.
    “Bite it!” Neko commanded.
    Emerald lunged meneruskan, ke depan and sunk her teeth into its neck.
    “Good catch!” Mamma called.
    “Did we hunt...
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posted by LaDispute
She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty and death is immortality.

He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up oleh her eyes.

He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.

And when they first kissed that cold...
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posted by darkling_menace
(I have thought of a bunch of characters over the years, but since I suck at making stories for them to be in, I can only make the character itself with a bit of back story. Today is going to be the first hari that I'll be posting these characters on here, since this is the menulis club, and I don't want my mind to be cluttered with character ideas. This character came to me when I was rethinking an idea for an old character.)

Darcel was once the leader of a tribe of ancient humans in what is now known as modern England, he was a sorcerer who used his magic as an advantage over everyone else,...
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