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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My Completely Random Thoughts ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Sometimes, I'm at a complete loss as to what to write. I mean one huge brain fart with no IQ. I don't get it. Like right now. When I do have something to say, you can't shut me up. Just a friendly warning.      ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The narcissist satisfies his never ending hunger for attention at the expense of anyone naive enough, dependent enough, or willing enough to feed him. He is an addict who will stoop to any level to get his fix. Since he lacks the ability to empathize, he does not have to experience the implications of what he does to others. He may know you are hurting, but he doesn't have the capacity to feel your pain. ~ Randi G. Fine ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Writers Helping Writers  Like My Facebook Page and Post Freely! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I've been on WdC for less than a month. I've learned so much in such little time and met tremendously creative, talented and generous people. It's not often to find a place where every single person on the site has the same passion as you. I feel blessed (sap). But, seriously, I'm still trying to navigate through this overwhelming site, and I OFTEN screw up WritingML still. However, it's all coming together gradually. The people I've met are amazing and, I'm meeting new people everyday. The one thing that WdC has helped me with is expanding outside of my comfort zone. Explore other genres I have interest in reading. These people are supportive in every manner possible. FB? Pfft. It ain't got nuttin ova WdC! Yes, horrible writing was intentional!! Thank you WdC for everything. I am blessed... (Trinkets require an Upgrade to display.) ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I found a fictional short story that I wrote back in high school. It's actually a well-developed story. I'd like to expand on it into a novella at the least. I have 0 experience, however. I'll have to find the patience to complete it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I've been trying to enhance the creativity part of my brain which I'm lacking. I have several outside blogs for random thoughts and announcements. It's become clear to me to increase my exposure through keeping all updated. I've been writing everyday. Yesterday, I devoted the day to writing short poems. I'm learning slowly, but writer's block is preventing me from writing clear understandable poems. It's been a difficult process, because I rely so much on true to life experiences. Another reason I want to learn to write good fiction. It's just been very hard. I need to realize that writing significant fiction (way over the number of words I'm used to). I'm impatient, but I do realize I need to learn patience, and it will not happen overnight. That's my biggest obstacle. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I would love to know anyone's process on how they write a novel. I know there are links that I could check out too. Thanks! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| This is an edited edition of the previous story. I followed the advice of a wonderful person from WDC. Hopefully, this one is better:) Bittersweet Memories Shelby was a beautiful 16-year old who was chained to unrealistic insecurities. She grew up without a father figure as her dad died years ago when she was only 6. Her mother remarried this year, and they went on their first vacation together as a “family”. Shelby always loved to go to the beach. She’d been going since before her dad died, and now, she’s found herself at the same beach that she visited as a child. But, it was okay. She still loved going there. One warm, late Spring night, she went to walk along the beach to listen to the waves and feel the cool sand beneath her bare feet. She looked away from the ocean and noticed a group of people nearby. They were on Spring break and celebrating their annual trip to the beach. This would be their last year, though. One of the guys walked up to her and introduced himself. David had a masculine physique, but was very modest and down to earth. Due to Shelby’s lack of confidence in herself, she was surprised and shy at the same time. As soon as they began talking, her inhibitions quickly subsided. Shelby felt something deep within the pit of her stomach, which signaled to her the instant attraction she had rarely encountered. Shelby and David started conversing with one another, and she instantaneously felt like she knew him forever. How amazingly lucky she felt. They exchanged stories, and very quickly, the conversation quickly grew more intimate. The intimacy you feel when you share your life experiences, fears, hopes and dreams with another person. As it turns out, David was older than she had expected. He was in his early 20s and was engaged to be married. He was well aware of her age, but he didn’t seem care. At one point, David grabbed her hand, and they started to walk along the beach as if they were an actual couple. All of a sudden, she noticed he became very nervous as she felt his hand become sweaty, and this concerned her. Before she could ask if something was wrong, David impulsively admitted his true feelings for her. He’s to be married upon his return home, yet since meeting Shelby, how could he possibly get married? David shared with Shelby everything he was feeling for her; they mirrored her feelings exactly. For the first time in his life, he felt like he’d met his soulmate. He’d never felt such intense emotions towards his fiance. But, Shelby and David both knew the relationship could never be. She lived in Pennsylvania, while he lived in Connecticut. She was 16 and not yet out of high school. How could it work? It couldn’t. He was leaving to go home the next day and would never see her again. When it was inevitably time to part, David kissed her ever so softly on her lips. The emotions and desire surfaced, and suddenly she wanted more; much more.Shelby could feel his desire building as well. It was a bittersweet kiss. As they began to walk away from each other, they both looked back, stared into each other’s eyes, and ran into each other’s arms. She was swallowed up by his masculinity and felt like she was falling off of a precipice. She melted into his arms and rested her head on his chest. It was one of those moments in time that neither wanted to end. How could someone she’d just met arouse such feelings in her. It was beyond rational. When they finally pulled away, there were tears in both of their eyes. No words were spoken between Shelby and David again. The look in their eyes said it all. Shelby returned to the same beach the following year and dreamed of her encounter with her soulmate. She feared she’d never experience those feelings again. By that time, David was probably already married. She wondered if he thought about her, especially on his wedding day. She became conflicted and wondered if what happened was real. The more she thought about their encounter, she was confident that it was. That late Spring vacation was one she would never forget, and Shelby continued to long for him for the rest of her life. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I have no idea what just happened. I edited the above story following the advice from a wonderful person her on WDC. I have no idea where it went and I'm pissed to say the least!! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| The title doesn't mean I have stopped trying, but I've come to realize that I do not have the patience to write fiction, or a novel for that matter. I'm more of an instant gratification type person. Not always a good thing. I've started writing 2 stories, but I find it very difficult to find the right words without being redundant. I personally do not like novels with a lot of embellished text. I find it annoying when you are reading a really good book because of the plot, and then you have to read paragraph after paragraph of embellished text. "The sky is a cerulean blue where the sun shines on my face and I see the true beauty of nature with the tall formidable oak trees shading parts of my skin hiding from the sun's rays". Yes that's a total run-on sentence and doesn't even make sense (a true testament to my horrible novel writing skills). Those of you who are able to do this, you have my true admiration. I guess the creative part of my brain doesn't quite work properly. I guess my point is that I'm best with straight nonfiction true to life stories, often about things I've personally experienced. The above example really is not what bothers me. I guess it's the page after page of inner dialogue before the actual story continues. I'm probably making absolutely no sense, but that's the best way I could describe it. Again, if you are able to do this, then you truly are creative. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| How do I break into the fiction world? I seem to not have the patience. The enjoyment I get from my writing style is not there when I try to write fiction. I was watching a show about F. Scott Fitzgerald and his book the Great Gatsby. When it was released, it was not well received. He thought it would've been his best work. As it turns out, during his lifetime, the book pretty much remained in obscurity. After his death, his books were circulated around the world to the troops on the front line to take their minds off the war for just a little while. The book was chosen, because they ran out of every other "worthy" book. So, they dug into the archives and decided to send it. It received rave reviews from the servicemen, and the word spread rather quickly. There was a renewed interest in this book, and it became an incredible success. That's how it became one of the most recognized books in history. Back then, I can't even fathom writing every word with a pen and paper. Talk about patience. Anyway, I seek out help from anyone willing to assist me. As I said, the blog entry before this one is my first attempt at fiction. I think I got the point across, but the words again seemed to have escaped me. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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