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
.
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!
Source: Image For How To Enjoy Writing
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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I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows par my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.
Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying par my head earlier.
This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.
Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying par my head earlier.
This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.
Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. cœur, coeur pounding. Blood racing. No plus time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet ou death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold mur where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be chant only for toi my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold mur where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be chant only for toi my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved par her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in l’amour but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and montrer her what it's like to be hated