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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Scrivere 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 te find the right strategy for te and get te started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have più than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Scrivere project the lista can grow exponentially- te 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 o just plain paralysis! The solution? Do one thing at a time. Come up with a goal for the day. Scrivere o marketing? Then do the tasks that will accomplish that goal. If te have extra time te can focus on other less pressing tasks.

Keep moving. Humans are smart. Sometimes too smart. Many times obstacles come in our way like a albero in the middle of the road and instead of going around it, we try to chop it down o climb over it. Don’t focus on the obstacles. A rejection is an obstacle but instead of focusing on it sposta to the successivo submission o work on something else. So your first play wasn’t the greatest, start your successivo one; okay so your preferito 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 fantasy o literary) o software. However, te 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 anno fa I bought a Neo AlphaSmart that has helped me capture ideas and bits and pieces of my manuscript and carica 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, Scrivere books, gadgets that promise to make your Scrivere life easier, choose only the ones te really need.

Time stops for no man. How te spend your present time dictates your future. Daydream about Scrivere and months later you’ll have a lovely daydream and nothing to mostra for it. If te envision a book write it every day, if not every giorno 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 o start our successivo manuscript. Time never stands still so it’s up to te 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 home 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 giorno she puts in a half ora when she must paint and is working towards her dream of being a full-time artist. Time is not the enemy, how te use it is. So be conscious of what te 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 te 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.” o “I know it didn’t work this time, but successivo time will be better.” Like the baby learning to walk we have to keep getting up. One rejection letter o two hundred should not stop te from building your Scrivere career. So an editor didn’t like your latest story, come up with something else o invia 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 o unpublished claim the fact that you’re a writer. Don’t wait for someone else to give te that validation. Once again your inner critic may be saying, “I’m not a real writer because I haven’t published anything.” o “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.” o “I’ve only been published in the community newsletter I’m not a real writer like a journalist.” If te write, you’re a writer. te don’t need anyone’s permission. However, I will caution you, if te make this claim, take the necessary steps te 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 da reading, etc. Don’t ever stand still.

Be flexible. Successful Scrivere careers are rarely linear. Writers have to take detours when a magazine closes o a new editor hates the writer’s work. A successful mystery series suddenly becomes stale o market trends change the type of work that is accepted. Stretch your Scrivere muscles so that your career can always take a new and exciting journey. Do te write poems? Try Scrivere an articolo on poetry. Perhaps that could lead to a book. If your novel isn’t selling, perhaps serialize it online o 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 sposta inoltrare, avanti on the goals they’ve set for themselves. Hopefully with these seven rules te can linkfor success.
posted by smartone123
We have looked deep into Nikki Goldmans life to find some supriseing stuff as i tell te her TRUE story.Well lets go back in time to her childhood,and suprise te with something un known to everyone but her family.Her real name is lea Gliden,and her mom is dead leaving her with her father who abuses her.Ok we'll skip to her 11th birthday,the giorno where she runs away

"get here te bastard child"he growels,a feet away from where i hide,squahed in like a bug,a cold hard wood bottom,the shelve enough to hide me,and for him not to notice.It was all ok until my nose was itchy so i quickly scrached...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I detto calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I detto it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I Amore him,” I said.
    “I thought te loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander più than her.
    “Why don’t te Amore me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married te only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by Insight357
It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could te leave her?” I managed to get the domanda out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. da then I figured it was too late,” Alexander detto a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered da the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that te left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like te have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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posted by Insight357
I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, o not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus arancia, arancio gonna sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cucina and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by Insight357
I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. successivo a draping black shirt, with small hands covered da fingerless, leather gloves. A attraversare, croce choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I detto to her.
    “Hello,” she detto in the same small voice....
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, da tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right successivo to te then..." The blonde looked at the house successivo to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see te tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
posted by bunnibunnibaby
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her cuore skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do te turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do te like it here?"
posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one giorno before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are te doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do te know where the caramelle is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the secondo section in the store. The negozio smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would te like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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Sylvia took him to the hospital after his tantrum. He had a fever from it, and he became a little sick from his anger. She was a very good mother and taught her children well, but why would her Angel of a son act so violently and moody? The doctor detto it wasn't Sylvia's fault. Luke's real mother drank alcohol while carrying him which that means, Luke has fetal alcohol syndrome. It causes violent mood swings, temper tantrums, and compulsive behavior. Sylvia was worried about him because this can effect his behavior with everyone else around him, and his self esteem. A few days later, Sylvia...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm più motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my secondo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need te A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do te need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Scrivere on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by Insight357
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The mostra is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This mostra is over,
Now go home.
posted by black_13
What do te think of this poem? Is it too wierd o depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell te the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The giorno has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent cagna and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But te force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 9

Jax slammed on the breaks of his truck in front of the Sakima home. With his shotgun in hand, he cautiously stepped out.
He could barely see through the thick darkness.
His lungs burned as he tried to breathe the frigid air that surrounded him.


“Mrs. Sakima!” he yelled stumbling over a rock.

“Help…”
A weak voice called out.

He ran through the darkness, trying to navigate where the voice came from.
His foot struck something hard causing him land on his stomach, knocking the breath out of him.
Not able to sposta from his inability to breathe he lifted his head and opened his eyes. A...
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posted by sawfan13
Running. Running as fast as I can and I can never stop, until I find her. I'm still in New York, but I'll ride a plane back to get her. But first I have to ask her parents for it. I don't know if they'll let me, since they wanted Adam to marry her. But I don't know. I just hope they say yes. I walked up to the door, and knocked on it. Lilith's mom answered it,"Howl? What are te doing here?" "I need the plane. I know where Lilith's at. I can feel it in bones." "Okay, but I have to send Debbie with you. She was the first person to help find Lilith as soon as she found out where she was at. I'll...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The giorno ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cuore sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cuore was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no più pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/