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

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

Keep moving. Humans are smart. Sometimes too smart. Many times obstacles come in our way like a arbre in the middle of the road and instead of going around it, we try to chop it down ou climb over it. Don’t focus on the obstacles. A rejection is an obstacle but instead of focusing on it déplacer to the suivant submission ou work on something else. So your first play wasn’t the greatest, start your suivant one; okay so your favori 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 fantaisie ou literary) ou software. However, toi 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 an il y a I bought a Neo AlphaSmart that has helped me capture ideas and bits and pieces of my manuscript and mettre en ligne 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, écriture books, gadgets that promise to make your écriture life easier, choose only the ones toi really need.

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

Be flexible. Successful écriture careers are rarely linear. Writers have to take detours when a magazine closes ou a new editor hates the writer’s work. A successful mystery series suddenly becomes stale ou market trends change the type of work that is accepted. Stretch your écriture muscles so that your career can always take a new and exciting journey. Do toi write poems? Try écriture an article on poetry. Perhaps that could lead to a book. If your novel isn’t selling, perhaps serialize it online ou 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 déplacer vers l'avant, vers l’avant on the goals they’ve set for themselves. Hopefully with these seven rules toi can linkfor success.
Skiro
“So your on the Track team?” Murphy a dit as he sat suivant to me.
“Yeah,I have been since I was a freshman. I liked it a lot but I'm worried about this new team.” I a dit thinking about the way they looked at me when I walked in. It was my hair,I shouldn't have braided it-too much just like always. “I don't think they take well to-” I started to say but Savannah sat down across from Murphy.
“What are yall talkin' about?” Savannah asked
“Skiro's on the Track team.” Murphy a dit excitedly
“oh really?” Savannah looked at me “And did Murphy tell toi that he's going on...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
"My world is devoid of hope. It's a world where all I hear is the sound of outside voices and the screams of those I kill. Where all I see is the black surface of an ocean reflecting a moon that is always a crescent, and the scarlet river that tears me in two, the river filled with the blood I have spilled. The river may not be real, but at some point, reality and imagination merge together, so toi can no longer discern them from one another. At some point, it just won't matter anymore," Taylor whispered, resting her forehead against the spotted mirror that hung in her room.

How strange that...
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posted by dancing_banana
I see everything very clear and I can sense things others cant. My family sees at a great gift sent to me from the senses spirit while I see it as a curse.

For centuries we lived suivant to earth closer to it then the moon living in peace with the humans until they saw us as a threat and started a war against us, at first we fought back but the humans refused to give up their battle. Our kind used to be very peaceful and most of us retreated to Jupiter. But not everyone, a little less then half of our ancestors stayed including my great great grandfather he stayed because he saw it as a right....
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Chapter 1: First jour of school
Skiro
I woke up to my mom's voice saying “get up, Its your first jour of school!”,as she woke me up from a nice dream. I opened my eyes and then waited for for my mom to leave the room. Then I got up in the room that was still new to me. I had only been in Spanish Fort a week so everything still looked strange. Reaching into my suitcase,I got out a rose T-shirt and jean shorts. After putting them on I went into the bathroom,peed,and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I smiled at the nice tan I got from going to the plage earlier that week. Seeing...
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Chapter Nineteen

Seeing Sean Connors there with a bottle of wine inside the bag he’s carrying, Jamie was about to closed the door and headed up the stairs to sleep but she didn’t. Instead of doing that, Jamie stared at Sean’s eyes and with a questionable tone in her voice and a thin line on her face that resembled her smile, she asked him, “Sean, what are toi doing here?”

Holding the heavy canvas bag in his hand and holding it up to the brunette woman while saying to her, “Hi, Jamie and well, I went over to the liquor store on the way accueil to get myself a six-pack of bière because...
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posted by ashesandwine
Thanks to MISSLOVATOSTAR1 for the "snow white skin", to Emmett4ever for convincing me to keep it going and for believing in my writing:D But still you're better than me, hon!!! I l’amour your story:D Be sure to check out Emmett4ever spot and her story... It's AWESOME!!! Thanks to everyone for the support and for the comments:D


"Daniel's POV"

My all life as been turned apart, but I have to believe that we will find a way to stay together... Our l’amour is strong and I will not give up until I'm dead ou she back in my arms!
I'll remember her full lips, her beautiful green eyes, her light brown hair...
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Chapter Seventeen

After she applied about two coats of Julie’s tube of black-brown mascara courtesy of Cover Girl, Jamie closed the tube and was about to give it back to Julie but when she saw her little sister, Julie was busy flirting with a man with short gray hair that somewhat looks like their father ou of what Julie might saw the man in front of her, Anderson Cooper. Jamie was about to puke when she saw those two and making sure that she doesn’t do that, Jamie Thomas just slipped the small tube into her bourse, sac à main and after she threw the half-filled plastic cup of coffee into the wastebasket,...
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posted by nEvEr-tHe-sAme
A flock of raging crows quickly swifted down the eerie tree. Filling every possible spot on it's long dead branches. With the wind gushing, and the fall season coming to an end, the changing leaves have slowly made its way down the cold, wet grass. It had been a depressing day, the sun hiding behind the fluffy grey clouds, and the weather so cold and so warm at the same time... with rain slowly falling at ease, its the perfect time to mourn.


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Awakening slowly to the cold air I felt all around me, I slowly open my eyes. With my body feeling like it'll explode any second,...
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After Patrick left, I had a restless night. I couldn’t sleep feeling that I’m a prisoner in those four walls in my room. I couldn’t sit quietly all night, nor slept for a brief moment. After all, Patrick’s visit was quite unexpected, and I wasn’t ready to see him that day. Also what was weird about his visit, that during all these two weeks he didn’t pay, not even a brief visit, to Robert’s house.
Wandering around my room with my pajama on, didn’t help me to sleep, nor comforted my restless mind. As I didn’t see him during these two weeks, I thought that those feelings I...
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chapter 4:Robert helps me
The night was so lonely and scary. I was hoping that the sun rises fast, as I was very frightened. It finally happened after that dark and lonely night. I was very tired as I walked all night, but I was surprised when I found myself not very far from Ema’s house. I sat on my bag thinking of everything happened, but mostly thinking about the way I feel about Patrick. I was wondering what made me think that he loved me. Is it because he a dit I’m beautiful? Well lots of men told me that I’m beautiful but that doesn’t necessarily means that he is attracted to me....
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

Three months later, we were apparently "an item".

She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, toi know toi want to" chocolat brown eyes.

I paid attention to her every move, her every word.

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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and a dit she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.

Nothing else mattered.
A little something that I wrote for English class but actually, it was my final and I got 100% on it!! Enjoy!!

The Disappearance of Claire Daniels

I don’t know where my daughter went. One moment, I was holding Claire’s little hand while doing some window shopping but a few secondes later, I spotted something at a clothing store window and was into it and wondering if the store have any chance that they have it in my size that I didn’t noticed that I didn’t felt little Claire Daniels’s hand slipping away from mine.

When I wanted to go into the store and see if they got that little black...
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posted by BuffyFaithFan1
HAZED
BuffyFaithfan1

INTRODUCTION...
You have just entered a world. A world like no other! This world is not like TWILIGHT ou House Of Night ou HARRY POTTER ou any other world toi are thinking of right about now. This world is way different. Where only a good bunch of people in the population live. The world has been divided into six parts: the WaterLands, the EarthLands, the AirLands, the FireLands, the ExtraLands, and the NoOneZone. Only one hundred people make up our world. And only 16.666666 people live inside each part. It sounds pretty depressing, I know, but this is how this world is! The...
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posted by Edward_lover101
Plz do not be afraid to tell me what toi think! plz commet. I'm écriture a book and i was woundering what some of toi think. Please commet!!

Chapter 1

"Anna May get in here right away! Don't make me get the swicht little girl" Hollore mama.
"Comming mama! I was doing my chors." i hollerd back.
I live on a farm with my mother and out two slaves Jim and Nacy.my father ran out on us when my mother found out that when he got drunk that he would comeinto my roo at night and touch me in places that didn't fell right. He told me that if I ever told anyone that he would kill me, i belived him. So it is...
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posted by brooki
Here's the seconde chapter to Small Town!

"What do toi think toi are doing? Are toi trying to kill me, Anya?" She had picked out one of my least-favorite films she knew I did not like at all. But on the other hand, I knew we probably wouldn't be whatching the movie very long. Darrel was having a party at his house in about an hour. Long enough for Anya's parents to think that we were asleep.

"Oh please. It's not really that bad." Anya a dit while on her way to get the pop corn, maïs soufflé from her cuisine just around the corner.

"Oh, come on, Anya. Can we please go now? I mean, your parents went to lit over...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced par the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had...
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posted by khfan12
Thie is something me and my friend are working on.


He returned that evening, feeling even worse. “Where were you?” Mercy met him on the front porch. She looked like she had been crying. Danny looked at her. It felt like a couteau had been shoved through his heart. He winced as he started up the stairs. “I went out.”
“Where?” Mercy’s hand reached for him. He pulled away and started into the house. “Danny...” Mercy’s voice followed him into the front room. “I was so worried. I thought….”
Suddenly, Danny couldn’t stand it any longer. Why did she have to l’amour him? He turned...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
As we left the apartment building the sun hit us like a beam of light. I look to the side, I saw Jason putting his hand in the face of the sun like he was going to die from it.
“Are toi okay?” I asked concerned that it was to much for him. He looked down at me and smiled. “Ya I’m go, I just have to get my sunglasses on. My eyes are just really sensitive to the light.” I nodded waiting patiently for him. He slipped on a pare of black sunglasses. The kind toi see know a days on célébrités when the go out. “Nice.” I a dit with a warming smiled. He looked back down at me and smiled....
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Chapter Four

At ten in the morning, Jamie was helping Mac practice with her football par being the goalie and blocking her oldest daughter‘s every move, kicking the ball into the net at their little backyard of their grès brun, brownstone house in the section of Georgetown in the city of Washington, DC where both Jamie and Michael went to college there, lived at and raised their three kids at for almost fifteen years.

Two hours before the practice, after having an extended breakfast with their father and mother, Mac and Izzie did their bath-taking, teeth-brushing, toothpaste- spitting, toilet-using, and...
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posted by VampirePrinsess
Memories would drift off like winter fog
They fade like a mist
But I saw toi in a memory that stayed like the perfect jour
You brought life into my colorless world
You brought the true meaning of the word 'friend'
He was my best friend
I would always l’amour him, and it would never, ever be enough
I would be there for him, lend him a shoulder
But the days that I just wasn't enough were the days I dreaded
The days he wasn't himself
He had pride, sometimes to much to the point of war
He was respecful to friends, he was kind and funny
He was everything toi loved in a friend
But the jour he left...that...
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