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posted by IloveMyLord
In this article I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of écriture are plus enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find écriture is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced ou particularly planned manner. If toi find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all toi need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few secondes of keeping an alert l’espace open in my mind, an idea – whoosh! – comes in to fill it that void.




Meditative Writing




In general I like to take the principles of meditation into my écriture work. Allow, don't force. Flow, don't push. Let the écriture almost seem to write itself, flowing out of your hands as if it were moving of its own accord, and toi were only the piping for it to flow through!














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When toi force ou overly plan your writing, it's less like it's flowing through toi and plus like toi are “efforting” the words into existence. This way isn't fun, doesn't feel light ou joyful, and the finished product is generally not as creative, exciting, ou authentic as an expression of who toi are.




The funnest way to write is to have your words be an expression of who toi are. Don't overthink them. Don't deliberate. Just be – onto the page. If you're feeling a sense of great power and creativity coming out of you, you're on the write track!




Trying To Please Your English Teacher




Don't fall into the trap of “trying to please your English teacher”. English teachers look for a certain sort of écriture to praise and give high marks. They have a certain sort of conseil about what constitutes good writing. The only problem is, this isn't what people in the real world like to read!




People in the real world like to read clear, simple, easy to digest information. They like a style which is easy on their eyes, and are generally not trying to analyse the deepest motivation of the author.




Most of all people are looking to get some kind of value out of your écriture – be it recreation, information, both, ou something else. Know what your readers want – ou at the very least know what sort of valuable thing toi want to do with your écriture – and do that thing. Don't get stuck in words ou structure on the way.




Structure In Writing




In general, very little structure is needed.




Add in some headings for ease of lire – perhaps after toi have written your piece. Keep paragraphs and sentences short. toi want your readers to be able to digest your écriture easily.




Add some pictures when possible (especially for web writing) to make the écriture seem friendlier and less intimidating to read.




Perhaps the opposite of what your English teachers would say. Make your écriture easy.




Enjoying Writing




In general I'd say the best way to enjoy écriture is to have fun with it and don't take it so seriously. toi can seriously help people with your writing, yes – but a joke ou a light-hearted style wouldn't go amiss.




toi might have to adapt to your medium if you're écriture for a magazine, but yeah. For your blog? Write fun, write light, and write lots
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January 1st 2010
Dear Diary, my name is Cassandra (Cassie) Thorp and...
My new years resolutions are...
1. GET A BOYFRIEND!
2. Tell Gwen how much she owes me from last year.
3. Try not to spend hours staring at pictures of Henrie Green (my future husband).
4. Use plus Clean and Clear.
5. Try to gain some weight.(I look anorexic)
6. Feed Pepsi.
7. Stop killing all the goldfish.
8. Shrink.
9. Don't smoke.
10. Earn plus money.

Well, a new year, and I want this one to be better than the last, which is probably a pipe dream but... toi never know. I just wish Cerys and Tareesa and Amelia would except me into...
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Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories posté in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the seconde story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his manteau as he peered devilishly towards the...
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posted by malmcd
toi want to be there. toi know toi do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when toi look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs toi on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land toi thirst for has loomed at the haut, retour au début of the mountain in Metopia for as long as toi can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing jour as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. toi begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...
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posted by OlivFirecracker
toi laugh at something just not funny and the only thing toi do is apologise, even if toi don't mean it, toi do because the people hearing toi laugh do not appreciate it. How could they?

You hear something sad about another and toi apologise, because toi may feel bad for them but toi don't know what to say and toi think saying anything else ou not saying anything at all is inconsiderate, but it's not fair on toi because toi don't know what to do with that information.

You did toi best to save something ou someone for someone else but toi fail and toi know that toi haven't Lost anything but...
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posted by Kachetes
The ride to brianas wasnt far but I could hardly see with the wind blowing at my face wich hurt my eyes I realy couldnt tell what happen next,but in a divisé, split seconde I found myself inches away from falling on my face to seeing I face close to mine
He was teenage boy hard gray eyes that made me want to break wich is hard to imagen how I got that idea ,he cant break me id break his nose nefore he could even touch me
And yet here I was tightly locked in his arm
“thank toi for cacthing me before I fell”i a dit very formaly he says nothing he states into my eye with a confused experation he pulls...
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Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War ou X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my baie window here in Virginia plage near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...
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posted by MomoThePuppy
Terrence moved slowly, watching where he placed his feet. He didn’t want to step on those certain floorboards that squeaked and risk scaring the small girl. He quietly picked his way across the floor, and stopped at the edge of the child’s bed. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, his eyes became locked on the stark contrast of their skin tones. She was very light in color, almost a peachy shade. He was dark in tone, close to the color of chocolate. He smiled at this.

“Rosie,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s almost daylight. Time to get up, kiddo.”...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
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I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. cœur, coeur pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment ou whatever. Then suivant Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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"Leonardo"aka Leo the Emo :]"
Ugh,I knew today was going to be terrible but seriously,does she have to completely suck his whole face like that.I wasn't talking about Lulu and Joel,luckily musique was the only class I didn't have those two lovers.No,I was talking about my friend Abby totally lipping her boyfriend Gabe's face off.It was completely sickening.Our retarded teacher never looked back so they spent the whole forty-five minutes in class sucking faces.Juan had the same look I did,the look that make the whole school know that I drank rotten lait ou something.A look that would make the janitors get a raise for their...
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