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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.
posted by emmett
A was an Artist who wasted his talent
B rode a Bicycle and was very gallant
C was a Conductor with a musical ear
D was a Drunk, addicted to beer
E climbed Mt. Everest and achieved his goal
F was a Fireman and slid down a pole
G was a Glutton and ate what he got
H was a Hunter, a very good shot
I was an Ice skater with brand new skates
J was called Jane and couldn’t pay the rates
K was a King who ruled all the land
L was a Lady, a white gant on her hand
M was a Milkman who turned lait into cheese
N was a Nanny who made the children say please
O mined Opals and sold what he got
P was a Princess who bought...
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posted by Rob_patt_fan
hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 commentaire and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my oreiller as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like...
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posted by Office_001
A little peak of sun shone in his window, yes! It was Saturday; Jake Scott loved Saturdays because these were the days when his mom, Terri, and he would go to the park for a picnic. Jake was so excited for today that he slept in his clothes though the were now wrinkled but he didn’t care. Creeping down the hall way quiet enough as to not wake his mom Jake went and made himself his favori cereal. Jake usually had his mom help him get his cereal because he was seven and short that he couldn’t reach the cabinet, but he wanted to surprise his mom, he wanted to make his own breakfast today....
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posted by OneFoggyNight
(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two minutes so yeah they might not be that great...)



***You'll never be alone***



Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If toi have Friends
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if toi think toi might die
If toi have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if toi have friends
You’ll never be alone
______________________________

***No Going Back***





Believe not this lie ive told
I am not...
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For those of toi who didn't see my pick, I'm trying to decide whether I should reveal at the beginning of my book, that a main character is going to die at the end. These are three versions of opening paragraphs that I've written. If there's one that toi like the best, let me know in the commentaires ou in the pick.

1. This one gives away the most information, including when she dies and how she's killed:
I had no idea when I started at Skip’s Burger Grill, that on October 22, 2009, sitting there in the walk-in refrigerator, huddled together with my colleagues for warmth, my life would be changed...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Find the casual sun day

Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile

Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat

Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach

Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up

Inside her, determined to make it last


Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down

Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling

What she considers a burden, but how could hunger

Be so cruel?

It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling

Never letting up, just a little longer

A little longer...


She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall

And the walls are closing...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
If toi spend your life wishing to die, willing to end it yourself, even, and the chance was given, would toi take it? If toi had chosen that fate, when your breath became slow and painful, would toi still wish that on yourself? In the shadow of death, would the reality of it dawn on you, when it was just too late?

A life of darkness was not one worth much, to Taylor.

She had been so desperate to die. Willing to do it herself, had it been possible.

She lifted the couteau to her bared forearm.

The flat, cold edge of the blade pierced the pale skin of her wrist. She felt no pain from it.

The midnight...
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posted by kayleebabee
The flight from New york to Rome took an excrutiatingly long time to land and all the while i was getting plus and plus annoyed with Edward. "as soon as we land we will run to Volterra okay." I muttered quickly braiding my hand through Edwards and sighing contentedly.
"I know that it's just what if we are too late?" his voice broke on the word late.
"we won't be i promise." I didn't know if that was true but i was trying to soothe him i better not voice my true opinion out loud. I half dragged a depressed Edward through the terminals and growled sharply as I saw the bright sunlight outside.
"Oh...
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posted by kayleebabee
Edward and i made the flight to new york with moments to spare.
while the girl scanned our passports through the database i tried to call carlisle. Again.
"Edward your growling stop it." i muttered to low for the human woman to hear.
"right sorry do toi think we will make it in time?" his words were cracked and strained in his effort to keep it together.
"I hope so Edward, I really do." i sighed delicately.
we got to our seats on the plane edward was muttering a stream of profanities.
"It is faster than running." I tried to placate him.
"i know that." he hissed at me.
"Hey don't take this out on me."...
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Chapter 2:Getting to know him
Murphy
I spent break alone in the bibliothèque tiring to find a book I've wanted to read for a while-Pride and Prejudice.
It would have been nice to spend break with Savannah,catching up what all happened during the summer,but she had to spend it with her populaire friends. I never liked them and they have never been nice to me. I was always too shy and geeky, I guess.
Stacey was the head of the group,the team captain. I remember when I met her-in third grade. She pushed me down to get to the swings first on the playground. That doesn't matter anymore, except that she...
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posted by sweetpea92
    CHAPTER ONE
    Ugh. I groaned internally as I woke up. My head was pounding, and broken images were swirling around behind my eyelids. I had no idea where I was, ou how I had gotten here. I refused to open my eyes and find out, ou give any other sign that consciousness had found its way back to me again. Not knowing exactly where and when I was was a dangerous business for me. Very dangerous.
    You see, the last thing I remember before the blackness hit, is that I was running…
    My legs were on fire. They...
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posted by nEvEr-tHe-sAme
The rain fell silently as I layed there waiting. Not like I had a choice though. But it had seemed plus like a nightmare than reality. This wasn't how I imagined it... I never even got the chance to say goodbye. Let alone even explain what happened. I needed to wake up... from this nightmare, I tried, but never could... never did.

Life lesson: I learned that trusting people isn't what it actually seemed. There's plus to it than toi would ever imagine, I mean, it's not just trusting people, but it's who to trust. How can we tell? There might be some ways we think we can tell, but those ways......
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.

I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.

My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it par heart.

Serena Meyer

Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.

serenashleigh@mweb.com


And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.

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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything...
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posted by Isabellaashley
PREFACE


The woods were filled with silence and I looked around for any signs of the slayer. As I heard the leaves on the ground rustling, I turned around and there he appeared from the treetops of a nearby arbre and he gave me a sly smile which sent shivers down my spine before slowly approaching me and my cœur, coeur was pounding inside my chest. I was vulnerable as there wasn’t anyone to protect me and I knew that I was going to die here, alone. Please let this be over fast, I thought to myself.
Every step that he took towards me was another step closer to death. His long, black hair was flowing...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.

Please rate and comment.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was plus preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten...
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Chapter Five

When Jamie stared and was speechless the moment she saw the handsome man in the doorway, that man looked at her for a few secondes and still holding the football ball, he a dit to her with that grin of his, “So, this really your ball?” In return, Jamie didn’t answered his question, she just kept looking at him and figuring out what her mother was doing, Mac decided to be the person who will do the talking and from below, she looked up to the man and a dit to him, “Yeah, toi are holding my ball!”

After hearing that, the man looked down at Mac and when he squatted down to Mac’s...
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posted by dragonrider
"Uh Starr aren't toi going to take me back to my own time?" Elliot asks
I glance at him "No the time travel part broke when I turned it off besides didn't toi want to stay here?" I ask
Elliot looks down "Not really but isn't there other time machines?"
"Yeah but they can't get ahold of them so they are going after me. It's good and bad. It's bad because now I can't get toi back to your own time. It's good because now they can't do those sick experiments So yeah toi and I my friend are trapped in my own time," I say
"Hey do toi think that if anybody is lire this they would laugh because...
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posted by TDIlover226
Part 3
Eddie woke up on a sky scraper roof top. It was raining and he couldn't remember how he had gotten there. He was still tired, and dripping wet, but he didn't care, he curled up and went to sleep again.

"Good morning sleepy head!" Eddie woke up to see a mutant, that looked like an angel, standing over him. "Where am I?" he said. "On the haut, retour au début of a building, can't ya tell!" another voice a dit from behind him. He looked behind him to see the mutant that was dressed like a devil. "Annie, don't be mean to him, he probably doesn't have any ideal of whats going on!" a dit the angel. "So I guess...
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There’s nothing better than a nice relaxing holiday; in the beach, city ou country to meet your tastes. I had only been in the famous Palm spring for two days. And to be honest I wanted to go home, Ethan wasn’t speaking to me. Thor and Liz were all over each other. Remember that guy I ran into in the cemetery, well he’s here and talking to me, against Ethan’s wishes of course. I sat there on the fresh green grass, no not playing golf but lire ‘All the pretty girls’ a book that I needed, a bloody disgusting book with no l’amour what so ever. I closed the book and put my face in my...
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posted by GWENxTRENT
"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton a dit as I was asleep in history class."What?" I a dit when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the cloche, bell rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell toi the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I a dit with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I a dit with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and toi must go to sleep on time." She a dit with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."