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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.
posted by DxCFan123
mois 7

Kat's POV
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"So, what's it like it heaven?" Sadao asked me while we were talking on the phone. "Well, it's like the normal world, except everyone's dead." "So, in heaven, they have this exact town?" "Yes, but there are only the souls of the deceased living there."

"This may be a personal question, but... how did toi die?"

I just stood where I was, which was in front of the house, stunned. Why would he ask me a question like that? "U-U-Uhm.." "Please tell me? I wont tell anyone else!" I hung up.

Sadao ran outside and up to me. "Sorry for asking that." He brought me...
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posted by DxCFan123
HOKAI, so I kindaaa lied last chapter. I'll probably forget about this story in full, so I just decided to fast forward. Now, the story takes place 6 months after they met.

Sadao's POV
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I walked to the mailbox and opened it. Most of it was camelote, indésirable mail, but I noticed that one letter was strange. It was sent to Kat, but there was no return address, no name, no nothing. I shrugged it off and went back inside, taking a sip of my hot cocoa, and tried to open Kat's door, but it was locked. I realized that she wasn't awake yet, but it was only 15 minutes 'til school started....
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posted by Isabella121797
 View from Isabella's room...
View from Isabella's room...
-Chapter One-

In the blink of a eye, a life can be turned around and upside down. This is something I had found out just mere secondes before. When my parents told me I'd be packing up everything I knew and be moving. My name is Isabella Moore and things were just getting started.

It was a cool Thursday night, and my parents had just layed down the biggest news of my life on me.
I was moving out of MY city. Chicago was all I'd ever known and all I'd come to love. My friends, my hopes and dreams, they were all supposed to come true here!... Why was this happening?

A million other thoughts blazed...
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posted by Itachi_lover
Today.
Today was the day.
The jour I was going to find out was he really my older brother?
I met him when I was 8. When both my foster parents died.
He was there trying to make me feel better. He was nice and kind. From that jour on he was always par my side making me slime whenever I was upset.
Some Friends of my real parents a dit that I had a brother but they never knew what happened to him. I truly hope that he is my brother. He was 3 years older than me and they say that he was about 3 years older than I was.


I couldn't wait for the blood test to be over.
But what if he really wasn't my brother.
Would...
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It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and citrouille juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving jour to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms,...
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 Watch out guys for 21!
Watch out guys for 21!
By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 par Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did toi have to kill him when I a dit I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and...
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posted by DarkGirl23
The first time I went on a hunt, was the first time I really saw death in any sort of being’s eyes.
I don’t know who I am, what I am. I mean, I couldn’t possibly be considered part of the Hunters. Yet, their blood runs through my veins. They may own an incapability of understanding the true emotions of life, for we have been Genetically-Altered Experiments planned all the way back in 2012. Our bodies and our emotions have become that of a true fighter, a warrior of destruction itself in a world of Nature’s grace that becomes altered in the palms of our Humanoid Species.
We can defeat...
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posted by Dhampires
I pull back my bow and arrow,'The white dragon.' His words running through my head like a free train.I angled directly for my target gave a sudden jerk on the bow and release .I watched as my bow shoot over three buildings, at seventy miles an hour,through the glass window-like a bullet's shot- and into the back of my target.I watched as he dropped to the floor as the blood gushed from his body,after a few moments later he went pale and started twitching montrer that my posion was taking it's toll on my victim.I smiled at my work and stood up striaght,more people crowded around the man's lifeless body.As I began my stroll back to my clan ou covenant if toi will....
posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 5: A Bleeding Heart.
After Roxana and Selina kissed, they ended up s’embrasser in Roxana's bed, Selina gotten on haut, retour au début of Roxana and kissed her lips down to her neck then back up to Roxana's lips "I won't leave toi again, I promise" Roxana said, and Selina looked into Roxana's eyes "I'am sorry for how I treated you" Selina a dit and saw Roxana's necklace, she rips the collier off and kisses Roxana, the suivant morning Selina woke up to Roxana watching her, "Are toi alright?" Selina asked Roxana "Yeah just a nightmare" Roxana said, feeling guitly how she acted with Abe the précédant night, Selina...
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The first time I saw him he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. he was bent over the desk, red brown hair covering his face. With a crooked grin he turned around to face me.
"want some" he gestured to the big red mess of what I think might have been a sandwich.
"um... Maybe latter" I replayed setting my livres on the counter. I had just started a new an in high school, and was currently third period aka, accueil Ed class. Probably one of the most unusefull class ever. Well here I am walking in to a class room of new faces, and with just one look at my new partner I know that I defiantly...
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posted by POPclogger216
Run
~*~

Run by
Run through
Run away
Run to
By, through, away, to
Run

~*~

Run by
Running by
That’s what happens
When you’re living life
toi run by
Everything
Some may need
Another try
Run by

~*~

Run through
Running through
It’s what we sometimes
Want to do
Run through school
Run through life
It doesn’t matter
How much strife
It may cause others
It may cause you
Run through

~*~

Run away
Running away
It what we should do
Everyday
From ugly things
From messed up dares
From human beings
Who don’t give any care
On who they are
Go very, very, very far, just
Run away

~*~

Run to
Running to
Run to the One who is calling you
He’s calling you
With open arms
Just welcome Him
With your whole heart
toi won’t need to run anymore
When He’s right there with you
Run to.

Fin
posted by noahnstar1616
-The suivant Day-
I woke up. The sun was shining in my eyes. I called my nurse and asked if she could close the blinds. She did. I grabbed my lit remote and pressed the button that allows new to sit up. Once that is done, I notice a table, tableau with a tray of eggs, baco, and orange jus, jus de on it. I reach for the tray and put it on my lap. I begin to eat. Not bad, but not good either. I grab the télévision remote and turn on the television. I decide to watch Looney Tunes. Then my Grandma walked in.

"Good morning, sweetie." She was carrying a ziploc bag with a bagel inside. "Don't eat that stuff." Shm grabbed...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people toi want, whether they’re form the story, your own, ou whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her Christmas memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are toi listening?
In the...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...
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- Chapter 1: He's A Stray (Raven's POV) -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and chienne of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful roses until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why toi always looking like a stupid tramp? at least montrer some respect for once" he a dit and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's...
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posted by darkwave
I had a dream that was not at all a dream

The splendid sun was extinguished, and the stars

Roamed the dark eternal space,

No rays ou script, and the icy earth

Revolved and blind negrejante the moonless air;

It came and went in the morning - came and brought no day;

And men forgot their passions in the horror

This desolation, and the hearts cooled

A selfish prayer implored light:

And they lived around the fire, and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,

Addresses, finally, the genre that was,

In flames gave light; Cities is consumed

And the men gathered at the homes igneous

To look once again...
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posted by darkwave
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.

Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?

Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.

And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that toi have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?

Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement jour coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
posted by lovepop
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! toi can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the article longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................
posted by Ragefulchimp
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a poisson on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis

Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with poisson hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals

Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The poisson hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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posted by Ragefulchimp
    As hell started to freeze over, satan had his servants throw plus wood in the deep, dark, crumbling pits of heck. The slaves of eternity agreed with haste, because if they didnt follow orders, Satan would do horrible things. The Creator of evil was jouer la comédie especially evil that day, because he knew what was coming up, Christmas. His favori holiday was on the horizon, and he was still at a loss as to what to buy jesus. He already had wings, and this really cool rubiks cube that was electronic, plus his dad was all powerful, which was pretty neat. He had a couple of ideas...
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