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6 Tips for Sentence Creation in Your Novel -- Part 1 of 2 Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0 Chapter 7 “Editing” – Section 3 “The Sentence” Click here for Part 2 (file size was too large) “I rearrange a sentence many times before moving on to the next one. For me, that editing process feels like a form of play, like a puzzle that needs solving, and it's one of the most satisfying parts of writing.” -Karen Thompson Walker Once you have placed emphasis in studying, designing, and formatting your plot-points, chapters, paragraphs, the next unit on your list is the sentence. The composition and arrangement of a sentence is a tricky skill to mas...

NOTE!: This is a random tutorial that I wrote because of all the people I know that say they can't write a summary. I have left plenty of other info in the artist comments so go read that if you must, now! Oh, and I am looking for errors so tell me if you spot any, I need to change them, ktnxsbai! -!-@-#-$-%-^-&-*-(-)-HEY! Have you always wanted to write a summary that was so good your readers read the summary more than your story? Well I hope not, then no one would be able to read the writing would they. But have no fear, although I may not be the most amazing writer ever I’m sure I can give you some basic tips on how to write a good summ...

My walls are ice; yours, steam.

You think one thing Though you say something else This fear To be clear Is hidden deep inside yourself

01. yesterday, i wrote your name on a slip of paper and folded it into an origami star.it hangs on my bonsai tree (little trees for big wishes) as a just-in-case hope for those times when it feels like absolutely nothing can make me happy.sometimes, when even stars and little trees aren't enough to make me happy, i cut down the paper stars and pretend that it is a meteorite shower in my bedroom, but sometimes that just makes it worse because i realize that shooting stars are actually falling stars;we are all just stars that have forgotten the happy-thoughts that made us fly,it's just that some of us are blazing and beautiful before we burn...

6 Tips for Sentence Creation in Your Novel -- Part 2 of 2 Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0 Chapter 7 “Editing” – Section 3 “The Sentence” Click here for Part 1 (file size was too large) Tip 3: Consider the effects of sentence lengths. Similar to how the lengths of chapters and paragraphs will change the way that your audience reads your story, sentence lengths will have a similar effect. The difference is that, unless you plan on writing constant run-on sentences (please don't) or are planning on writing literature for small children (elementary-school age) you don't need to worry about your sentences tiring people out. Instead you have to c...

Some things is easy for me to share with others around mebut when it come to me and you i hardly have words to saynothing but aww and random dots come to mindnothing bothers me more then not being able to say what i'm feelingmy feelings come to a halt when i get into a relationshipmy mood becomes shyi hide behind a smileI use everything as a force field to getting closei keep away from you so that i don't accidentally get hurtnothing i do ever seems rightif anything in my life could change i wish it was how i ami hate how i close myself off to youbut when i try to open upi feel like a black hole where everything vanishesnothing i do can ev...

Writing Without Confusing Yourself (Or Your Readers)Writing is a very personal, individual undertaking. Everybody approaches the activity a bit differently from the next guy. Some people can come up with concept, plot, characters, and everything else and just sit down and write. Others need to take time to figure out what's going on; what's going to happen in the story, and how it all fits together. Others still will find themselves getting stuck somewhere along the middle, losing track of everything or changing an idea mid-way through, or never know how to end. These are the people for whom this has been put together. Those of you who can...

(the worst thing I’ve ever been is an accident)my words have no filter and I am too many apologies bound together by the stringent belief tomorrow is worth more than today—remember that summer when I was beautiful? all covered in amber fog and delivered like a dream. I was a porcelain promise, a lavender whisper, a breathtaking cancer, and so many other precious thingsI just want to go back to that time where I was unmolded by mistakes and words unsaid (it was never youI have spent too long trying to drain out every tear from the ocean, my love,simple tasks are for the weak of heart, it was never you)I am still beautiful at night: a perfec...

I thought of you today (the first time in a long time) when I found an old email I’d forgotten I’d saved.I read your words, so friendly and light, so eager to win me,and my heart broke neatly in twolike an apple cut cleanly down the center that falls into symmetrical halves,twin red pieces that will never fit properly togetheragain.

i allowed the word to curl against the ceiling of my mouth. cradling the absence of a storm that never came roosting over rafters of a note stretched far too long. seeping through my teeth and pulling moisture from the rain. "fly"

God, I can barely remember when we were strangers and all I knew was your name. And I could sit next to you, and not feel a thing. I could look in your eyes and not know exactly what you were thinking.I wish I could draw out my feelings. But all I would get is a mess of paper and pencil and some scrambled up picture of demented people with missing heads and limbs. Or no faces.So I write.Because there’s something so methodic about the rolling of a ballpoint pen running over college ruled paper. It’s an antidrug in itself- rehab in every letter and safety in every punctuation.No, not like a cut. Not like a sharp, shiny razor slicing a beauti...

I read a book that reminded me of you, of all the complicated words you used to use, how definitions fled your mind but synonyms were so profuse. I read a thesaurus and every word was you.

write me a letter, not emails or tweets . blue pen scribblings on sheets of paper crisp.in five hundred words, two pages and a half - tell me you thought of me on cigarette breaks.go on foot to a post office, paste the stamp yourself. i shall be clouds away expecting the mail truck.© 28.February.2012 :house:

1. snakes crawl out of my mouth, hands like sleep waiting silently for me to give into them.i toss words like rocks across my tongue, skipping across the lake, and we reach, hands outstretched, for the sunbut it's a shame it's all empty.2. listen, if you loved me, you wouldn't try to fix me. if you loved me, you'd paint butterflies across the wall to make me smile. listen,if you loved me, you'd give me handrails to hold onto on the way down. you'd tell me that right now, i'm a caterpillar (but that caterpillars become butterflies.) listen, if you loved me,you'd love me broken, too.3. don't speak.sure, you could say i'm beautiful. sure, you...

Show, don’t tell (SDT). It’s one of the few consistent pieces of advice that all writers have heard at one time or another. Even the most amateur of writers parrot it back, but knowing the phrase doesn’t necessarily mean that we understand it, or how to implement it. So what does “Show, don’t tell.” really mean? SDT is the idea that instead of telling your readers what’s happening in a story, you show them. This seems like an abstract concept to most of us, but what it boils down to is this: using words to give your readers an idea without having to directly state it. There are many ways good writers do this. It can be as simple as addin...

Of all things in life I struggle with the simplest Of tasks.I cannot breathe, cannot trust, cannot feel, Not always sure what is Real .But most of all, Above everything else, I cannot speak-For my mind draws a Blank , My tongue ties into Knots , And i'm left silent- Even when all I had to say Was "Hello." However, please don't walk Away . Don't be angry or sad- I promise you weren't Ignored .Please, don't Yell , Or be cross with me . . .I'm sorry I struggle With something so Simple .I'm trying, truly, I am !But, sometimes, I just Don't trust myself. . .

YouSomeone to lean on. No matter what was going on. Someone to love. Even if it's just friendship. With your arms wide open, Offering me your warmest hugs.Someone to cry with. Even if it's not my problem. You make me laugh and smile. Someone to make my life, Worth every moment.When times get rough. You are always there to pick up the pieces. When my world is falling apart, You are the one I run too. You offer me your heart, Even though we will only be friends.From tearful shoulders, Long nights staying up, To stomach-aching laughs, You are always there for me. You are someone everyone should have. I'm glad I have you in my life.You're some...

01. you taste like honey and you left the memory of rotten oranges in my mouth.i don't ever want to see you again.02. you bore me.you are too busy playing games with people's hearts and tossing them up in the air so you can let them crash down. you are too busy plucking flowers and eyebrows, running away from the boy you love and fucking the guy you hate.you are too busy screwing up people's minds to be an interesting friend.03. the day we met started out like a car crash. and you didn't make it any better. i'll be carrying you on my back for a long time, brown eyes red smile sinner with your cherry lies.04. i think you deserve to dance wi...

Fact: The best sunsets are always when you don't have a proper camera.Another fact: Sometimes people return to familiar places to bring back familiar feelings.Tip: Sometimes determination accomplishes nothing but a bruised leg and scratched arms.Hint: It's best to have someone help you take a bike off of its hangers on the ceiling.----------------------------------------------------------------------Fact: Spring came early this year and I wasn't ready.I biked up to the park to see the cherry blossoms just like last year. Except last year I was walking with someone and holding their hand. Except this year the petals had already fallen. Exce...

1. Is it terrible that I feel so close already? So soon? Awkward even? Maybe I’m taking things too fast… and pushing in a direction neither of us wants to go… Maybe I want to see what can happen… Either way, it’s scary how much we share. And I can’t help but wonder… what will time bring? I’m afraid I’ll bore you. That you’ll leave… 1. Nothing can be said that would come even close to expressing the last two months appropriately. You’re beautiful. I love you. And I know you don’t think you give me what I need, but you do. Completely. By just being you. 2. We get along fantastically, and I still don’t know that much about you. I’d dare to sa...

We tied our promises to Our fingers Like ribbons so that we Wouldn't forget.And we lay in the grass Counting pigeons Calling the black ones Nevermore And the white ones Odette. Because if we could pretend we Were in the same park                               Town                                         Country Then we could pretend anything.And remember the fountain, The bridge, the single tree We'd sit beneath.And remember the sea, The house, the intellectual air Which I never saw But which you told me So earnestly about.Encompassing, soporific, Like a bracelet of silver Flowers, They are wind-chimes When I breathe.And the scent of Oxy...

I saw the roots of prairie grasses Like carrion beetles in their yellowing shells Nibbling angrily, at the concrete beneath my feet, At wood sheared to fence posts near the road. The very earth they rejected, drawing what peace they could.When did stained glass become the standard? I have forged narrow mountain paths and stumbled over Bottle caps secreted between the mica flakes and quartz.In this city, in the sectors most pregnant with age, Trees testify shamelessly into the sky. Clandestine, one coils his reach toward A flimsy cable, twisted and strung precariously From corpse to shabby corpse, on and on. Graceful and altogether stoic, a...

i want to tell you that i've been sleeping less but dreaming more. i want to tell you that i've been waking up cold listening to the weather fold in and out of itself as the wind knocks on my windowpane. so while i'm wrapped up in not enough sleep, listening to my dreams and reality collide, i'm waiting for the winter to come and the snow to swallow us whole. since i'm sick of watching autumn paint the world better colors as i stay this same too-pale-shade-of-white that makes your smile seem a little less bright.  and as i fall for you, i have to remember that i'm nothing like those maple leaves--i'm not that beautiful. and you're nothing ...