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

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

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

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

Be flexible. Successful uandishi careers are rarely linear. Writers have to take detours when a magazine closes au a new editor hates the writer’s work. A successful mystery series suddenly becomes stale au market trends change the type of work that is accepted. Stretch your uandishi muscles so that your career can always take a new and exciting journey. Do wewe write poems? Try uandishi an makala on poetry. Perhaps that could lead to a book. If your novel isn’t selling, perhaps serialize it online au 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 songesha mbele on the goals they’ve set for themselves. Hopefully with these seven rules wewe can linkfor success.
posted by sawfan13
To travel the roads less traveled by, to travel in the paths of The Great Electric Poet, as the lizards kiss your feet, rainbows giving wewe rides on their magnificent layers of light and color, to upendo everything, and trip out on every uyoga on the ground. I would upendo that to be my life, Alice in Wonderland stoner version style. Alas, as an insane creature on God's most gorgeous green Earth, society and the laws my freedom. Yet, I do manage to find a way to release myself from these chains. For I am Kira Lucille Way, and I'm on the edge of mental health.


It's the mwaka 1966. A year...
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posted by para-scence
This is a dream I had. Just wanted to get it out of my head. XP



The three of us laughed; my Marafiki and I. It was a fun Friday night, with the parents home, and sister sleeping over at a friend's house. Lydia and Alli were over, just having a good time. We sat in the family room, with only those room lights on, and the TV on.

Then from outside, there was a strange sound. We all froze.

"What was that...?" Lydia asked. Neither Alli au me spoke. We were all frozen in fear.

"Come with me, wewe guys," I said, standing up slowly. We slowly went into the kitchen, and then the living room, looking out...
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CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat on his kiti cha enzi in the Vampire Council room. The room rested in a paculiar place. The center of an undersea volcano. Magic kept the lave back. It formed a dome over the room except for a tunnel the leads out and up onto an island in the middle of the Atlantic. Vampires, being the most cold skinned creatires on earth didn't feel a percentage of the heat.
Jason was a tall and skinny man, with black hair and green eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with blue jeans and a kuvuka, msalaba necklace. Wanyonya damu could change there age at will and he took the form of a twenty mwaka old man.
Jason...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired kwa the title from Emilie Autumn's upcoming album, "Fight Like A Girl." ;)

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She was an innocent little girl, and that was their first mistake. That first thought.

"This is going to be easy," they'd thought. Yet, another mistake. The two men descended down the sidewalk casually, coming in her direction. She crossed the road, and walked on the other side. They two men stopped. She was smart...

They walked a little zaidi on the sidewalk, then crossed the road, now walking behind her. They made sure their footsteps weren't heard on the near empty street.

She began walking faster, feeling...
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Alone. All cold, cold as snow in December's winter embrace. What have I become in life? I let the others push me, let poverty and unhappiness take over, and let me live a short, tragic life. Did I long to be miserable and unhappy like Poe so I could become a great writer? Did I read The Little Match Girl too much at age five au six to the point where I became her? Am I an attention seeker because my parents never gave a damn about me? I could have been anything, anything I wanted. I was a great writer, fantastic artist, had a perfect boyfriend for me, but I just threw it all away. If I could,...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of a sudden the lights disappear as do our wands. I hope they were placed somewhere safe. Rosella, Tyler and I arrive in front of some sparkling pool of water. "Uhh...Tyler, what the heck are we doing here?" I swali my rebel brother. "I don't know! I swear we were supposed to be with the Goddess of the Oracle!" Tyler exclaims. wewe know, I totally expected something like this to happen from Rosella. But, since Tyler did it, it's pretty surprising to me! "Well, the way I see it, there's no Goddess here!" Rosella yells at the juu of her lungs. I agree with my younger sister for...
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posted by para-scence
We didn't tell mine au Blake's family about the pregnancy. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for us if we had another miscarriage. I was really excited, but I was also absolutely terrified. And since I couldn't manage to keep myself calm, Blake insisted that I keep taking my medication throughout the pregnancy.

I took Hera to her first AA meeting. I promised not to tell Dad au Kara, even though I knew I probably should. We agreed we only tell them if she kept drinking; and I warned her if she lied to me, I would eventually find out and kill her. She didn't really talk in the meeting, which...
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posted by para-scence
I was able to avoid Drew for the rest of the school week because of work. He wasn't happy about it, but there wasn't much he could do; I had to work. I'd taken the last nonconvulsant pill a couple days ago. This worried me; maybe if I could manage to stay calm and not get too worked up, I wouldn't have any major seizures. Every once in a while, when I'm not on medication, I can have absence seizures; those aren't so bad, but it's still not fun.

Blake asked if I was free on Saturday. I guess I could avoid Drew for another day. He alisema he'd pick me up at my house at noon.

***

On Saturday, I was...
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posted by bamagirl5899
Alex's pov


I hate Chicago busy all the time and easy to get mugged like right now.The guy was chasing me a gun pointed I couldnt onyesha what I was just around the cornor and wham. I felt a bullet hit me.the bullet was from a .44 magnuim I had one like it in my room at nyumbani my friend accidently shot me with it and i knew what the bullet felt like.It hit me in my right shoulder damaging my wing.*no escape* I thought. I finally turned the corner to a dead end.I baked against the wall.Then my Marafiki jumped from the roof tops and surrounded me.I got of the ukuta and kicked the gun outta his hand and...
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posted by para-scence
Things were better after that. It was... boring I guess. But being bored is better than being raped. I walked for hours upon hours, still seeming to get nowhere. I was starting to believe I was truly lost. My stomach felt like it was starting to digest itself, which I hoped it wasn't, but I wouldn't be surprised. The only time I had something to drink was when it rained. I'd walk down the road, with my mouth open at the sky like a complete idiot. It worked a little though, and I kept myself from dehydrating.

It was three whole days before I got close to home. But I was so hungry and tired and...
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posted by para-scence
It had been almost a mwezi since I arrived at Gail's place. It wasn't that bad there. Actually, it was a lot better than I thought it ever would be. Since then, I had had absolutely no contact from my brothers. I was starting to get worried. How was Reed? Was Nikolai happy I was gone? Did they even miss me? One Saturday morning while I was eating breakfast Gail must;ve noticed I was in a mood.

"What's up, kiddo?" she asked.

"I just miss my brothers," I shrugged it off. "They haven't called au anything,"

"Well that's 'cause they can't," Gail alisema with a strange hint of optimism in her voice. They...
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posted by para-scence
1 mwaka later...

I ran my hand through my hair, and took a deep breath. After a few zaidi breaths, I finally got the courage to knock on the door. There were some shouts over who should get the door, and I smiled a little. A couple dakika later I heard the deadbolt unlock, and the door opened. I smiled shyly.

"Alessa?" he asked. Tears of joy began their journey down my face and I nodded, smiling hugely. Iwas pulled into a giant hug, and lifted me off my feet..

"Micah!" I shouted. He set me off the ground looked me over, and chuckled.

"You haven't changed a bit!" he smiled.

"I wish I could say the...
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I have no idea what it's called yet. I would post this in majibu but it's a little long. It's about a girl named Kathryn who is murdered and her ghost starts following around a girl named Ambyr (name subject to change, I'm just using it for now). This is the prologue:


PROLOGUE
She got up immediately after she tripped, mentally yelling at herself for not paying attention. She ran, her dark brown, almost black, hair bouncing. Tripping had let whoever was chasing her catch up a little. Faster, faster! She thought hard to herself. But she had been running for a long time. Imagine the person behind...
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posted by Insight357
    A raven flew up to me. I stayed up in my tree, my gear tampering with my balance. It was plenty bad on its own. It didn’t need help. I sighed, and jumped down from the mti as I heard my name. No, I didn’t need anyone to know my secret. Not her, not yet.
    
    I awoke to the beeping of my alarm. It was a cold December morning. I would upendo winter, if it just wasn’t so cold.
    I ran over to the window. Of course, the weather channel lied again. Last night they predicted it would snow, but did it? No....
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posted by itchygum
I glanced around the schoolyard, seeing plenty of familiar faces. Behind the trees, I saw Raegan's black curls. "Raegan!" I called just loud enough for her to hear. I watched her hazel eyes scan the schoolyard. when her eyes met me, she smiled, reveling her braces and waved to me to come over. I couldn't help but smile back. We'd been Marafiki since first grade, but we'd been drifting apart. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke roll her eyes at Raegan. They never did get along.
I walked to the trees, carefully maneuvering around the dirt so my new converses wouldn't get ruined. "Hey, Ana,"...
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posted by Insight357
I felt stiff, and I stretched. I slowly opened my eyes; I was in Alexander’s bedroom. I was fully clothed, that was a good sign. I laid flat on my back.
    “Yes, I found him on the street,” Alexander must’ve been on the phone. Was he talking about me? There was a pause.
    “He was crying, and I brought him back here. He got into a bad fight with Grey. She kicked him out,” great a recap.
    “Okay, I will. Goodbye Dr. Anozi,” Alexander hung up the phone. He was talking to Dr. Anozi. I felt comforted kwa the fact that...
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Chapter 7

The Front Desk

Jason walked up to the front desk. The front dawati manager was asleep, with his head facing the back wall. It seemed as if there were one million pictures and folders scattered along his desk. Right on his lap was the dhahabu coin Jason had aliyopewa him.
Jason reached for it. He was just about to lift it up, when the front dawati manager rotated his head in a perfect mduara, duara with the front of his body facing the opposite direction. His facial expression and face was completely different. He wasn’t a human. He was a monster. His red eyes were not exactly eyes. They were zaidi like...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Takaya's grades have been decreasing, there is a chance she may not make high school inayofuata year.." Ms. Mitsuba says calmly to my mother. "Takaya! Is this true? Why didn't wewe tell me wewe were failing school?" She snaps at me, who was sitting inayofuata to her on the cushioned chairs placed across the marble desk. I silently shrug, looking down at the patterned carpet. "Tell me!" She continues to order. "I just-" "Your father is gonna be furious!" My mom cuts me off of my sentence. Thats when I had snapped. "Quit talking! Let go of my now!" I cry, my voice thundering. Ms. Mitsuba grabs my wrist,...
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Masquerade

Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the masquerade ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then wewe could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those...
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posted by para-scence
My whole body was trembling. I sat up in my bed, the covers everywhere and messed up. My moyo was pounding and there was a ringing noise in my ears. I scanned the room for him, and even when I saw he wasn't here, I still couldn't release my fears.

I had been raped.

Trying to keep calm, I grabbed my clothes off the floor, my shati had a rip in it, so I grabbed another shati from my closet. I ran a brush through my hair, getting out all the knots. Then I decided I couldn't live with myself this way and decided to take a shower. I turned the water on to blistering hot, and I scrubbed my entire...
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