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posted by IloveMyLord
In this artikel 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 writing are meer enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced of particularly planned manner. If u find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all u 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 seconden of keeping an alert space 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 writing work. Allow, don't force. Flow, don't push. Let the writing almost seem to write itself, flowing out of your hands as if it were moving of its own accord, and u were only the piping for it to flow through!














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




The funnest way to write is to have your words be an expression of who u 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 writing to praise and give high marks. They have a certain sort of advice 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 writing – be it recreation, information, both, of something else. Know what your readers want – of at the very least know what sort of valuable thing u want to do with your writing – and do that thing. Don't get stuck in words of structure on the way.




Structure In Writing




In general, very little structure is needed.




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




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




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




Enjoying Writing




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




u might have to adapt to your medium if you're writing for a magazine, but yeah. For your blog? Write fun, write light, and write lots
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posted by para-scence
Inspired door the song, "Circle" door Flyleaf. :)

"His hart-, hart ripped out to toon me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My hart-, hart was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, snel, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page door page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my overhemd, shirt which was red as my own dear mother's kers-, cherry sweet lips. I zipped up my rok it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I zei I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home pagina that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was meer than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I love you"
And he zei that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one dag he took me home pagina to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right door his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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added by segafan
 home pagina of the freely and Justified
Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the vraag which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Black moon
Edward left me. edward left me. I couldn’t cope with it how could he leave me? he loved me didn’t he? I was subbing so hard that I couldn’t breath I was picturing his hard emotionless face when he told me he never loved me of wanted me every time I thought about him I subbed harder, my hole body was shaking, it was raining and my hole body was wet I was freezing but I didn’t care I rather die than live without him.im crazy the guy left me and I don’t want to live without him!
My body was freezing and my head was about to explode when I heard someone calling my name
-Bella,Bella,Bella….....
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. u must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me of vampires of warer wolves of shape- shifters of witches. u see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it of I'm dead. door law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by floraisbest1
Then the guard gives (flora, musa, aisha, nabu, riven, and helia food).

diana's guard: here is some food (specifaclly leaves)

flora: dont u think diana was way to specific, she told her friends.

(everyone starts eating except for flora)

helia: whats wrong flora arent u going to eat something.

flora: dont u guys think that guard was way to specific with our food.

nabu: your right but why would diana put something in the food? she obviously wants to talk to us and we need our strength of we'll starve to death.

flora: im still not eating

aisha: flora please dont be stubborn

flora: im not being stubborn...
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posted by dragonwriter
I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the bed and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were u going? u need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the bed but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? u have nowhere to go....
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( Hi I am here with another story. In this where ever is ‘I’ please consider yourself there )
Mei was busy with her laptop, Tia and Rocket were sitting in a corner D’jok and Thank were enjoying funny performance of Micro Ice. Ahito was sleeping and I was sitting in one corner waiting for Sinned. There was a loud sound coming from another room. Arch was scolding Sinned for his deeds he did in match. When he came he was a bit angry but when I went there he looked with his caring eyes and zei “hey l’ll sis I’ll come to take you. Till then live here coz my life is kinda unsettled…”...
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posted by inexplicable
I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was meer in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not beer it any meer and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had zei to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....
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Whether Paid of Not A Writer Writes door Gary Goldstein via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the dag I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted aardbei ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do u think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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added by harold
Source: Brigham Young universiteit
posted by RainSoul
What do u do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do u panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do u silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones u love them one meer time. of because u know it's futile to fight bevestig to the lulling cold darkness kissing at your eyelids? Do u let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do u float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. u choose wisely.. u wake up in a...
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posted by xoxpoisonxox
This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while geleden for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a recent event with her friend.

Tell me what u think!

My mother says u can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...
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