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Want to add an item to your portfolio? Perhaps this member's journey can help you. |
| Home is where the heart is, but after "Wandering through Writing.Com" for a while, my feet were getting tired. The door marked, Writing seemed like my best bet for a rest. After all, it's hard to write when you're walking the halls. Getting excited about what was to come, I opened the door a bit and peeked through the crack. My eyes opened wide as I saw the blinking lights around the room. There were signs with arrows pointing to different areas of the room, Writing: Non-Interactive, Writing: Interactive, Writing: Visual Aids, Writing: Audio Aids, and Writing: Organization. Just as my hopes sank for a seat to rest my weary legs, I saw a moving walkway under each sign. Before I could go in any direction, darkin grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the room. "You look lost," she said. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could make a sound, she spoke again, "You don't wanna stand in the middle of the room like that. It's a busy place and half these people have their heads buried in a book. You're likely to be run over that way! Now where were you looking to go? Hmm?" I was mesmerized by her twitching tail, but forced myself to look away and answer her question. "I don't know. I have a story to tell and I want to write it down, but I'm not sure where I should go. This place is huge!" "Yes, it can be confusing for newbies; that's what we call our new users around these parts. We love our newbies!" she said, a big smile on her little squirrelly face. I blinked, unsure whether she expected a response and wondering if she was a little off her rocker. Apparently, she didn't expect a response because she went on after a pause for breath, "Ok, so you have a story to tell. You probably want to create a Static Item. These are the most popular item types on Writing.Com. This is where you would add a story, poem or article to your portfolio in order to share it with everyone." "Wait, wait, wait," I said. "I'm not sure I want to share this story with the entire Internet!" She patted my hand and smiled, "Well that's ok too. You can select who you'd like to give access to your story when you add it to your portfolio. Go ahead and step onto the moving sidewalk under the Static Item sign and a virtual presentation will walk you through the steps. If you ever have a question, pause the sidewalk by hitting one of the colored buttons on the remote. If you have a general question about writing, press the yellow button. That will take you to "Writing.Com General Discussion" where you can post a question for other members on the site. The blue button is for help with non-technical questions about writing and the site. It will take you to "Non-Technical Support Forum" . If something on the site doesn't seem to be functioning properly for you, hit the red button, which will deposit you in "Technical Support Forum" . Now get going and enjoy the tour. I have other newbies to rescue!" Despite the oddity of receiving instructions from a squirrel, I decided she wasn't nuts and so I stepped onto the Static Item moving sidewalk. A chair came out of nowhere and swept me off my feet. It was nice to be seated and I leaned forward, anxious for the virtual tour. A screen lit up in front of me and The StoryMaster "I am The StoryMaster I waited as he paused to take a sip of water and cleared his throat. "Now, after you click on Static Item, a new page opens. This page is divided into sections and allows you to enter the following information: I interrupted him at this point, "How do I know which one to choose? There are so many!" "Well, think about what you would file it under if you had a choice. You said it is a scary story about a family ghost, right? Then maybe horror, ghost, and biographical would be good selections." I didn't remember saying any such thing, but he was right so I made a note to use those as my genres and another note that The StoryMaster After going through the sections, he leaned back into his virtual chair and nodded his head. The sidewalk came to an end and the chair tilted me into a standing position. I took that as my cue to leave and turned to wave, but The StoryMaster |