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4 Tips for Personal Writers Anybody Can Write a Novel Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 11 “Personal Writers” With Links to Supplementary Material While some people write for a cause, for the love of story, and/or for profit, there are some who write for themselves—to process their emotions, thoughts, and experiences in life. Even those writers who have other primary motivators can also relate to this feeling. As human experience is tremendously universal, stories that are the result of personal writing have the same potential to help others in the same way they help the writer. However, with revealing something as tender and emoti...

It takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day.  Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters . I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right. Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours . That is how long its been since the doctor...

Depression isn’t true, my dear Depression isn’t real. It’s just a silly tragedy You’ve forced yourself to feel.Anxiety is fake, my friend You wonder why it’s there. But others have it worse than you! Stop forming false despair.Cutting is dramatic, love, It’s ugly, and it’s dumb. Why not just get over it? Is the attention fun?Suicide is stupid, dear, And selfish, if I may. Get over yourself, darling, Can you hear these things I say?Why aren’t you replying, love? Oh, where could you have gone? I never meant to hurt you, love, Did I say something wrong?Why aren’t you replying, dear? Depression isn’t true!… Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...Jus...

I used to love I used to dream I used to hopeBut I forgotI need something (Someone) To remind me of these beautiful things For a shard of happinessSo I can love again Dream again Hope again...Live again

I am a scientist; Pinning down ideas like butterflies preserving them in their fragile beauty as I take away their freedom, their life.I am a parasite; sucking the soul out of music and leaving it a hollow shell that plays like the noisy silence in my ears.I am a thief; taking what is not mine, the world around me, and pouring it into a mould that I claim is my own.I am a blasphemer; playing God in a sacred place, changing the world to my liking when the orchestra is not under my conduction.I am a liar; selling false havens to lonely runaways, giving them a glimpse of a world more glamorous, more fantastic than their own, smiling as I snat...

Life spoke to the void. "Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."Death spoke to the void. "I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."Joy spoke to the void. "I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."Hope asked the void: "Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"War spoke to the void. "I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."Peace spoke to the void. "I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"Innocence asked the void: "Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"Strife asked the void: "Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet...

Dear Writer,I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am b...

She sits at her desk Her headphones in, The world shut out.She bleeds for others As words fly from  Her mind to her fingertips.She stares at the screen, At every little comment, The good and the painful.She forms her emotions Into books and poems To throw away the hurt.She's a writer, And her best weapons Are her mind and her pen.

1. Create something every day. If there’s one secret to productivity, this is it. It’s not sexy or exciting, but the bottom line is that creative masterpieces aren’t built overnight. They take time and dedication, and you will only make real progress if you work every day. If you haven’t formed a daily habit of creativity yet, start today. It takes about a month if you’re serious about it, and then it becomes second nature and you’ll never look back. 2. Value progress over perfection. Productive and perfect are not synonyms. Which would you rather be? 3. Accept that what you create won’t be perfect and create it anyway. Perfect is the e...

one.     When she cries herself to sleep     six out of seven nights a week you must     say nothing. You must simply take     her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,     pale cheeks and wait for her to     slumber at the sound of your heart. two.     On the days where she wishes she     were part of the stars, tell her     no. Tell her that there are too many     lights in the sky and that just one     would be forgotten the moment you looked     away from it. Tell her that she is perfect     the way she is: completely human. three.      Don't let her think about the scars      that no one but her can see. If she      says "I think I'm broke...

" Do you fear death? "The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute… because it will never ever be yours ."" Do you fear death? "A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know ...

1. it's okay to fall in love. i mean, they tell you you're never going to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going to tell you it's a lie because it's not. you guys will probably break up and it's gonna hurt like hell but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one who has felt loneliness like a knife, the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing because they were your air , and you will never be the only one who whispered "i love you" two lives too soon.you will not be the last one to have tucked hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.but...

Anybody Can Write A Novel - Outline A Step-by-step Guide for Anyone to Learn How to Write a Novel This is an Outline of all my current articles, and a look at what is to come. I will try to update it, at least once every two weeks. Also note that just because something is absent from the Outline does not mean I don't plan to write it. This is a compilation of only chapters that have already been written. (You'll notice that I have neglected some points and chapters within this Outline. This this is simply a result of realizing that there is so much to learn, when it comes to writing. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and fill in the...

PLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE THIS PAGE WILL REMAIN ACTIVE FOR PURPOSES OF EDUCATION AND RECORDS, IT IS OUTDATED. CLICK HERE TO ACCESS THE NEWEST VERSION. 10 Requirements for Writing a Publishable Novel Today, I would like to announce a project that I hope all of you will be as excited to be a part of as I am. As you all know, my writing guides and tutorials have been rather random, as I was still testing the waters of the internet. I wanted to know if anyone could possibly be interested in what I had to say about the craft of writing, and I was overjoyed to see all of your enthusiasm. And so, I would like to announce that I will be shiftin...

I am the shadow, and I am the light I am the sunlight, and I am the night I am the battle, and I am the fighter I am the water, and I am the fire I am a raindrop just ready to fall I am the world, and yet… No one at all.

Dear Stranger, I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress). You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of somethi...

Everyone's trying to get out of the shadow of their parents-I'm here trying to get out of the shadow of myself.

"I'm fine" is a dirty lie. The truth is that I want to die.   "I'm tired" is not even done. It really means "I'm tired of being no one"   "I'm better" is but a curse. The truth is that I've never been worse   "I'm just cold" is what I say so my sleeves can hide my scars away.   "I already ate" is said with a frown. I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.   "I'm okay" is probably the worst. It really means I'm about to burst.   All these things are lies to me. But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?    

1. Everyone found out 2. Outsider 3. Old-fashioned 4. It's always been this way 5. I know you did it 6. Hidden 7. Singer 8. While the music was playing... 9. He smiled, hiding the way he really felt 10. Perfect 11. Blue 12. Map 13. Had I just gone mad, or did I really see that? 14. Expensive 15. Complaining 16. Ship 17. Secret 18. Just let it go 19. Flying 20. The little kid suddenly started screaming 21. Memory 22. Violence 23. Scarf 24. Snowman 25. She raised her voice 26. I'm serious 27. Annoying 29. A dream I had last night 30. Stairs 31. A grin 32. We both knew 33. Curtains 34. Earrings 35. Laughter 36. Everyone was dancing, but no on...

Do you know what it feels like? To feel so socially awkward around people that you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, knowing that you don't fit in. And, you walk away... thinking that being alone will be better for you - but you're wrong . You just feel even more  alone; even more rejected from society; perhaps even sad, in some way.What do you do while waiting for someone? As you wait, and wait, and wait for them - hoping they'll come soon lest you seem like a loner walking aimlessly around, causing people to pity you. And your face gets hot, you start to sweat because they know - they know of how alone you are and ...