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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.
posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The lebih I comfheard it, the lebih it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel atau taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the menit tick oleh on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the selanjutnya day, the first hari of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my berwarna merah muda, merah muda Aeropostale kemeja and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by smartone123
We have looked deep into Nikki Goldmans life to find some supriseing stuff as i tell anda her TRUE story.Well lets go back in time to her childhood,and suprise anda with something un known to everyone but her family.Her real name is lea Gliden,and her mom is dead leaving her with her father who abuses her.Ok we'll skip to her 11th birthday,the hari where she runs away

"get here anda bastard child"he growels,a feet away from where i hide,squahed in like a bug,a cold hard wood bottom,the shelve enough to hide me,and for him not to notice.It was all ok until my nose was itchy so i quickly scrached...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I berkata calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I berkata it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I cinta him,” I said.
    “I thought anda loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander lebih than her.
    “Why don’t anda cinta me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married anda only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by Insight357
It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could anda leave her?” I managed to get the pertanyaan out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. oleh then I figured it was too late,” Alexander berkata a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered oleh the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that anda left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like anda have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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posted by Insight357
I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, atau not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus jeruk, orange rok sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small dapur and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
Jade Adams was making her way halaman awal when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her jantung skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do anda turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk halaman awal together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do anda like it here?"
posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one hari before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are anda doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do anda know where the permen is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the detik section in the store. The toko smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would anda like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm lebih motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my detik period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need anda A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do anda need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see menulis on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by Insight357
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The tampil is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This tampil is over,
Now go home.
posted by black_13
What do anda think of this poem? Is it too wierd atau depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell anda the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The hari has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent menggerutu, jalang and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But anda force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The hari ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her jantung sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her jantung was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no lebih pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
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 menulis this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 tahun old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 tahun old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 tahun 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 halaman awal and find help herself.


So yeah, if anda liked this, please komentar and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by sawfan13
He was waiting for my reply, until I finally spilled out,"I cinta anda too. I cinta anda lebih than anything! I wanna be with you! Forever." He berkata 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 anda 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 ciuman me, like making out kissing. We started making out very heavily, but I was wondering if this was okay atau 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 queen of Lithiumina....
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