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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 ambers1999
I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the haut, retour au début and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, toi shouldn't be here".Jason a dit weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I a dit putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before toi get hurt"! He a dit desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the l’amour he had for me. I saw that he had...
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posted by para-scence
A week later, Blair had gotten us all settled in. I had the one spare bedroom, Kirsten and Sage slept on air mattresses in the other spare bedroom, Paige had a bedroom in the basement, and Mom slept on the pullout couch. Blair and her husband were so nice for taking us in, I'd never be able to thank them enough.

Mom still hadn't found a job. This pleased me, despite our précédant conversation. I liked it when she was around. She was fun to talk to, and she understood me sometimes. Even if she didn't, she listened to me.

She seemed nicer too, and plus caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...
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I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm écriture a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what toi think of this so I can see if I should start écriture the story ou not.

Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed par her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that toi could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story ou movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, ou feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as toi probably know. Imaginary Friends can be anything toi want them to be. An animal, a creature toi made up, a monster, ou just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
posted by gabatron3000
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posted by r260897
Zean sat on his lit with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with l’amour but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are toi doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben a dit “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your cœur, coeur coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums,...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired par the song, "Looking Glass" par The Birthday Massacre.

"Waiting as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. I fade as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now."




I'd thought there was nothing wrong.

"He's really sweet, I promise," I'd said. They just didn't know him like I did. It made me angry. He really wasn't bad; just some anger management problems. That was no reason to be afraid.

Now I wasn't so sure.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he snapped....
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"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he a dit to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between toi two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...
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posted by DxCFan123
I wanted until morning. I was actually able to still live in my room. It wasn't an aparition ou anything weird. Like I never got bitten. Like I ran from him and was sûr, sans danger with my family. When morning came, I grabbed all my dresses and ran to the nearest mall and looked at the directory. Upstairs. I went up the escalator. I slowly walked inside the shop. It felt eerie and dark. That frightful night played back in my head.

"Help! Someone!" "Mamma! Mamma! Mam-"

"M'aam? How may I help you?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh, I have these old dresses and I thought a thrift store could take them." I set...
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posted by DxCFan123
It was the suivant day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue chemise that a dit "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she a dit "Oh! I didn't give toi a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
posted by para-scence
"Honey, do toi feel guilty for what your parents did?" Dr. Bellamont asked. We were in the middle of a session that I was being forced to participate in. I shrugged. "I think toi do," she a dit quietly. I clenched my hands into fists. It made me mad that she assumed that. It also made me mad that she was also kind of right.

Dr. Bellamont went on for a while, saying about how it wasn't my fault for what my parents did. After a couple minutes I got sick of listening to her and blocked everything out. She sighed.

"Hecate? Are toi even listening?" she asked. I nodded, and she raised an eyebrow. I...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded my head. Trying to convince myself I was strong enough to do this. “I’m leaving you! You’re hateful and abuse me! I deserve better than you!” Kind of…
    “You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
    “Fun for toi maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
    “I...
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posted by para-scence
**4 years later...**

"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.

"Almost," Blake said.

"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger siège of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.

We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma...
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posted by para-scence
Hollis was definitely a handful. But I loved her anyways. I never thought I'd have kids. At all. When I was younger, I'd always thought kids were annoying, gross, whiny, and a bunch of other non-enjoyable things. Sure, it was kind of annoying that I could barely get any sleep, but it wasn't Hollis' fault. She was just a baby. Even when I was sixteen and Desiree had been born, sure I thought she was cute. But I could've never seen myself having kids of my own.

Things have changed.

Hollis is now my whole world, along with Blake. Blake is everything and anything I could ask for in a husband. Hollis...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

Huff... Huff... I think... I Lost her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored l’amour siège in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do toi look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it plus suspicious.. She came and sat down suivant to me. "C'mon sweetie, toi can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

BAM!! I quickly shut the Il était une fois door to the wizard lair. My breath is running away from me as I did before. "Woah! Whas'up with you?" Not now Tyler!!! "Nothing! Absolutamente nada!" Did I just speak Spanish those two last words? "It seems like something is up. C'mon. Tell Tyler everything toi know." Why is he trying to comfort me? I hug onto my month-older brother. "Well, I ran into a Witch in the for-" Tyler quickly pushes me very hard away from him. "YOU WHAT?!?" Do I have to repeat it? "I. Met. A. Witch. In. The. Woods." I think I clarified that enough! "I can't believe this!!...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell toi the truth, it's rather large! If toi open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if toi cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree accueil the suivant morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if toi promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get toi a My Little poney if toi do, ok?"...
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**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von tanière, den Fenstern und ließ sie über tanière, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten tanière, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy a dit not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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