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The Three P's
I was reading a rather inspiring post at Suzanne Palmieri's blog that I came to from another post on another blog (you know how that goes) and I thought I'd share what she thinks are the three most important traits of a writer.
Procrastination. Okay just kidding. Here they are:
Simple and honest? Maybe. However, it's very true. We should each strive for each one of these every single day.
Patience - not only with ourselves but with others as well. If you're lucky the words will flow fast, like a golden waterfall that spills only amazing strong verbs and filters out all the pollutants that make your prose weak, flat and stagnant. Take your time and write your story, edit it and rewrite, again and again. Be proud of your work and never stop giving it all you've got.
Persistence - with your words as well as your goals. Are you hoping to write a novel? You might want to start with a short story or even flash fiction. Telling a story with only a small number of words is not as easy as it sounds. You have to learn to use your words wisely. Are you already half-way through that novel? Keep going! You can do it!
Professionalism - a good attitude shouldn't be saved for when you finally are finished with that draft and pitching it to publishers. You never know how the next person you meet will help you in the future. Don't burn your bridges. That one lone reader/reviewer you meet here might be your next publisher or know a publisher or market that your story would be perfect for. Be courteous and polite - always.
Keeping these traits in mind will keep you on the right track. The more you write, the better you'll get and before long you'll be ready to start submitting your work to publishers.
I recently subscribed to Duotrope and have been enjoying the excitement of submitting my work professionally. Are you ready to do the same? Then you should too! Among their tools is listings of what markets are the most personable, the fastest to respond, etc. I thought I'd share one to get you started. Listed among the "fastest responses" (3 days) is this market that began as: a literary magazine run entirely by high school and college students that accepted work from everyone, at any age, in any place. Visit their website below to learn more.
The Adroit Journal, at its foundation, is a print literary publication offering young writers from around the world the unique opportunity not only to submit work for publication alongside established adult writers, but also to participate in this evaluation process themselves, as part of the journal’s staff of readers and editors.
Let me know if you decide to submit and if so, good luck!
Write and Review on! ~ Brooke
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This month's links are to some creative writing challenges.
"Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor
Can you write a story in only 150 words?
"Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor
Playing with words--quite literally (monthly contest)
"Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor
Write a poem or short story based off one word (new word for every round)
This month, I'm featuring work from new that either caught my eye or their work showed very few reviews (at the time I discovered them) and I thought it would be nice if you'd give them a peek.
The house was quiet. Everywhere stood dirty dishes, flower arrangements and condolence cards.The breeze felt humid or maybe this was my hands. I kept them together so long, they felt wet with sweat.
“I have placed the dishes in the dishwasher and I will broom the kitchen now. Would you like me to get you something to eat?” a voice asked me. “ Sweetheart, do you want to eat something and lay down, rest for a while?” the voice asked me again. I didn’t answer. My voice didn’t work.
My earliest memory is, a bit of a remarkable one in my eye. Few believe me, including myself at times. It's my now passed Grandmother who vows it must be true. And as she was the closest thing I can compare to a saint I believe her. At any rate, I will present both memory and facts and you yourself can be the judge.
I remember the room. Fair sand-like colored carpet. Light colored walls. A bed covered in a knitted fashion material. A dark wooden chest at the end of the bed. A window set to the right side. I remember the chest being superior to me in overall size because I'd bang on the top to hear the sound it'd make. I was bored and maneuvering around. I say maneuvering because I remember loving the carpet. So soft to crawl and walk on. I very much loved feeling it with my hands and grabbing at it.
I try to convince myself that I don't need life-long friends. I mean, is there really anybody that'll stand by me forever? Even if my father's job drags me along the smooth, paved road of America's highways, straight to the gates of our army posts? Even if I probably won't see you again until we meet God in heaven? I've lived in seven places in this short life of almost fifteen years, and considered two of those places 'home'. That's actually pretty decent, for the Army's standards. But, anyways, the best method of maintaining sanity is to try and NOT be good friends with people. Yeah, I could spend hours (and hours) telling you about all of the people I'm acquainted with, but how much time would it take to cover friends who know more than just my favorite color? Does anybody know more than that?
A pack of cigarettes, a mattress and a fan, that’s all he got. He didn’t even own the light bulb hanging in his room, which he’s not paid for.
“He's been a bum for two months now. Got very discouraged to work since he got sick and tired of talking to people cussing at him and cursing at every chance for a billing error that he did not really have something to do with.”
My name is Raroaroawo, the third R is silent, but the pshycic calls me Boots, so I suppose you can call me Boots too, although I much prefer my given name. My mother gave me that name mere minutes after birth, my brothers were named Mamoamo and Raroamoa and my sister was named Mo. It was a good life, mother cared for us and large shadows drifted over us daily at Mother's demands for more food, water, and blankets. There were several times both before and after I could open my eyes when the shadows came and got me, cradling me in their large folds. A hundred body lengths above the floor I would dangle or be put onto an alien surface and with horrible things shoved into every orifice. It was terrifying and I would call out for mother and Raroamoa, the bravest of my siblings to come rescue me.
It wasn't the classiest bar. The barstools were bare, and the patrons on them weren't donning tuxedos or evening gowns and most weren't even wearing smiles. I stepped up to the plate and made my order. "Gin, on ice. Don't spit in it, please."
He gave me a queer look, then went to work. I slicked my hair back and searched the bar for a shell of a man.
The barman finished my drink and slid it to me. "That was the old bartender." He tried to wink, but closed both eyes, and then he tended someone else down the bar.
Angie was a typical teenager. She did the things typical teenagers do, which didn’t include cooking a meal. But things had changed recently, and she wanted her first ever meal to be perfect.
It had to be shepherd’s pie, her dad’s favorite. She’d watched her mom make it a thousand times. Angie made the crust, real butter was the secret, and placed it in the pan, cutting off the excess and gently shaping the edge. Quite decorative for her first pie crust!
There is a place I visit, in my mind, when things in the real world are too much. This place is called “Sanctuary.” I close my eyes and I am instantly transported to a place, where time can stand still for hours. I immediately smell the white spruce trees as the wind pushes the fragrance past my nose. I open my eyes, and there is my cottage in the clearing of the woods. It is made of stone with a blue tin roof, and covered with ivy. It has small windows with flower boxes. There is a small bubbling brook that runs beside the cottage. As I begin to walk up the path, my bare feet can feel the cobble stone walkway, as my legs feel the silky smoothness of the dress I am wearing, as it whips against my legs in the soft gentle breeze that blows through the woods.
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That's funny; "Writer's Constipation" I label it brain/intellect constipation-LOL! There are lots of brains in this world who actually need an enema.
I would have to agree there. Thanks for writing in!
From Doug Rainbow
I write stories and poetry for the intrinsic satisfaction of it. I write appeal briefs, trial memoranda, contracts, and wills to make money. I don't know if "blocked" is the right word, but sometimes I go for a time without writing the creative work. I have never even been close to being blocked on the legal writing. What, do you suppose, is the difference?
I would say with the legal writing you already have it sectioned out in your mind, so there is no decisions to make. With fiction or creative writing, you have multiple choices you can make because you're in control of the writing. Therefore there is many more avenues or dead-ends to get stuck on. That's my thoughts anyway. Thanks for writing in, great question.
This newsletter needs to be printed and posted in large letters. I totally agree! If you are passionate about your story it will come in bursts. If you grind to a halt. Back up, you may have taken a wrong road. Go back to a choice the character made and ask WHAT IF??? then choose a different path. GREAT NEWSLETTER!!
Well thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to write in and share your thoughts.
For me, writing constipation comes when I try to force a topic; the best exercise I can do is just pick a random prompt/trigger/stray thought and write. If I'm 100% honest with myself I can EASILY write 1,000 - 3,000 words without even thinking about it, the hard part, and the trick, is to just start, get something down and worry about making sense later.
What a great idea and I'm glad it works for you! Thanks for sharing your ideas with us.
Great NL this week, Brooke! I really enjoyed hearing different authors' perspectives on writer's block.
Thanks Jeff. I think it's interesting to hear how other authors think as well. I appreciate your feedback very much.
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