But I have dislexia. I draw a lot and I make commercial and fiction films. Before I can pitch something I need to write a lot which is killing to me. I cant do what I love, making stories, because I need to put it down in words first.
Do you guys have tips how I can make it less...
Army of light crossed the river safely and entered Hidden Kingdom of Asuras. Early spring already overwhelmed the tracts of the treasured land. Greenery bloomed with double-strength and the freshness of air was captivating. Smells became enriching and colors inspiring, sounds of...
around in my head. Sadly none of them are close to being finished.
My biggest weakness as a writer is connecting the dots. I get a story idea or a twist or something I would like to work on. Develop other story-plot parts that I believe will go with it. But I just lack the...
Did you ever notice that certain things only happen in the movies, but never happen in real life? For example:
1. It is always possible to find a parking spot directly outside or opposite the building you are visiting.
2. When paying for a taxi, don’t look at your wallet as you...
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best...
which is the story of a 19-year old girl whose life changes drastically, split into past and present. To be honest, I need motivation to keep going but I'm getting there.
I also write Fanfiction for the book series The 39 Clues and for the game Portal. My writing is found on...
a traumatic experience? Or even a year long period of it? I feel as if the thoughts have stopped flowing in a way worthy of putting down on paper. They've been choppy and harsh. Too broken and bled out by the shards of idiotic fuckery.
flawless and wise enough to answer any question
with out doubt
someone who has not the need to explain how he feels
someone smiling day and night
someone in love forever
no second thoughts in his mind
no daydreams needed
no pain no shame
he dent enjoy to...
“Saturate me. Saturate me with your love… I love you in her arms. I love you in his dreams. Every word in my story is woven from love to you…" (scroop - like a turntable arm would suddenly move over a gramophone disc and skip back in a dancing replay) I love you. Love you...
No one can stop me
My darkest thoughts and
Dreams inside me
willing to come out
But I isolate them
Deep inside me if they
Came out a monster would to
The monster of my soul
Is in a cage where he can
Never come out or see the
A – draw on the sand. Forgive, forgive, forgive. Let all go and don’t get caught up in a hopeless struggle. Now mix the sand, there is no more meaning here.
Ahnashte – the word shape on the sand in the meaning of secret compassion. May compassion, may compassion wash all...
But am I? Um...no. Can you say: SLACKER!
I blow and suck right now. And definitely not in a good way. Given, I'm good at that in other ways.
Hehe! Yes, for all of you that didn't know it...I actually do have a very lewd side. Surprise!
I was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
meaning of Literature and Art of Writing. They are pretty smart people so I think they really got it. What I noticed is that they didn't get impressed by famous authors and books (I had only half = page about it), but the were interested into the Art or Literature and Writing...
Whether its exploring experiences sexual or platonic, writing must be detail oriented and character driven. The secret to truly inspirational writing is immersion. The reader must be transported wholly into the work. Smell the odors, consume the tastes, feel the textures, hear...
current job, and the second where you're tempted to say you work at a gas station, because you are tired of replying to "do you have any published books" with a frustrated sigh of nope'ness/not-yet'ness, and people look at you like some sort of crackpipe hobo that didn't get...
I want to publish many books before I die but first I need to finish writing them. I am currently working on one of my books that I know will be a success because I believe in it. To practice writing and not lose my skill I have a personal blog. That keeps me motivated. In a few...
When it looks like I am writing, I am really just searching through the infinite for thoughts and ideas that best suit what I am feeling. Just as when I dream, I am but simply looking through the great catalog of tomorrows and trying to pick the one I would most like to be a part...
“Eyyy...Hrrrt….Eyyy…Hrrrt…Eyyy…,“ the whistling and screeching of the birds haunted Pit. He was shifting, terrified in his bed as bloody, merciless creatures attacked him. Hundreds of them were surrounding him, coming from every direction, swarming noisily. They were...
a heart that beats like syllables.
My fingers are lost without a pencil,
a bruise of the hand
from the passion inside my veins that
pour across the page like
the red sea;
the pencil is my god
and language is my
.. It's a Cinderella story of sorts. A young boy who always saw beauty, surrounded by evil in a world full of magic. This story isn't pg though and there was nobody there to save him. No carts made out of pumpkins, the only thing carved was created on his wrist. There were only...
or 10 years ago (wow I feel old lol). My first story was kinda like a Beauty and the Beast story set in medieval times. Hayao Miyazaki actually inspired me to become a writer. I love that man! For those of you who don't know Hayao Miyazaki is a japanese film director whose films...
I’m almost finished, after 7 month’s of labouring evenings and on the bus (I write on my palm pilot) my urban, sci-fi adventure novel is almost ready for its first painstaking draft! The anticipation is so great that the few hundred words I wrote last night...
and since she is a poet (sort of) she loves literature. Long story short, the book I was supposed to give her didn't arrive and I wrote her a poem for literaly 45 minutes. When she read it she started crying, because she loved it so much.
It's really amazing how many things...
It was early evening, winter. The sun was dying slowly. Outside was white, crispy and cold. Sun and moon were bouncing over snow covered hills and making them sparkly. Inside was warm, quiet and cozy, such was the evening.
Adam and Mirabelle were sitting in the dining room and...
The Way I See It
A psychotherapy client once accused me of not having the ability to appreciate his situation because I was “happy.” I thought about that for a second and then replied, “Do you know what it's like to be 'happy'? When your home life is going well, work...
The news was in Pit’s box:
By Pete Willi, Miguel Lona and Tracy Conon, WBC News17 December 2012 .Updated at 8:25 p.m. ET: A kindergarten teacher's son, clad in black and carrying two 9mm pistols, rampaged through a New City Wansson elementary school Monday, killing 8 small...
grabbing the souls of others.
The idea that a few simple words, sentences, paragraphs, or even pages can grab someone and bring them to ur world, to show them a part of ur own world is just amazing...
To give someone that sense if awe, to give them that feeling to want to...
that you can tell a writer's talent by their attitude as a reader. You can tell that those who read and understand all the artsy novels and international classics, are most likely to become really artsy and really know how to bring the meaning, the beauty and the ugliness of...
It’s not something I’ve had any personal experience with – yet – but I don’t for a moment suppose I’ll be any different than even those wonderful writers and novelists I grew up reading, and that I’ll somehow be spared the wrath of a...
“Hi Sasha,” he wrote in the chat room, after a long delay sitting in his small apartment located not far from the Hudson River.“Hi Pit. What is up?” he saw an immediate response.“All is good. Not much,” he typed again.“Where are you? I was looking for you all over...
where else would you go
it is cold and dark outside
let me hold you
just for a little while
let me give you
in an angry smile
let me tell you
I do enjoy the ride
through the smoke
and the stories
I am always looking at you
looking in you...
neither one has fixed features
Beautiful than angelic essence
uglier than hideous than monsters
Peaceful like innocent doves
Violent like ravenous crows
Wise as the great Solomon
brainless as the starfish
Materialistic like business tycoons
“Ai! Ai! Ai!” The fat, balding archaeologist with a severe case of molar gingivitis chuckled. “Look what we just dug’er up!”
“Ehhh!” His band of equally hideous imbeciles chortled.
“Is that Mulan?” the only sane person in the group asked.
But maybe I'm just high.
I'm addicted to my e-cigs
And I have no sense of time.
Maybe nothing really matters
And I'm just losing my mind.
Maybe there's something in the water,
That makes me feel alive tonight.
Why doesn't anybody see what I see?
Why do I have to be so strange...
and one of them is almost in completion. But I re-read it and make changes, and recently it feels like I'm losing momentum on it. I also have no budget to publish it for now, hating the fact that I'm actually living partially on pawn loan. I also really want a sincere mentor who...
what would he look like? I'm stuck between black hair with brown eyes or "hair so blonde it's almost white" with pale blue eyes. Also maybe some combination of the two. If it helps, he's kind of a lone wolf that's a little cocky, but right now that's really all I have of his...
colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary and secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...