Sometimes writing looks like writing- head down, typing furiously.
Sometimes it looks like reading- trawling through paper after paper to try to summerise a difficult concept in one or two sentences.
Sometimes it looks like panicking, worrying that what you have written is wrong, or boring, or irrelevant.
Today it looks like this. I've gone old school, pen and paper, so I can see the breakdown of my current chapter at a glance. This lets me play around with order, making sure the structure is right, and that I am telling a story with my words.
Structure is so important for storytelling, so this point can be hard, and it can be slow, and frustrating, as you delete bits that your thought worked, and move things in one direction, only to move them back again later. But for me, it's vital. And I'm getting there... slowly. So here's to going old school, and cracking out the pen & paper when you need to!
Do you have any #writing tips or tricks? Ways to beat that creeping #ImposterSyndrome and the worry that you are getting things wrong? Advice/ experiences greatfully received! #amwriting#sciencewriter#scicomm#science#writer#nonfiction#storytelling#narrative#WritersOfInstagram#writerscommunity
: from Karl to 𝐊𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐞 — congratulations to Kiele who placed tonight during the 10th Annual “Inspired in Hawaii” contest for her inspiring essay, “Free the Sea and Let the Ocean Be.” Well done sweetie! Kiele particularly credits her english teacher and especially one who helped develop her writing was Mr Karsk @kamanakai808#kiele#family#ohana#Godshand#love#ocean#beach#writing 📝x.m
Parliamo di una serie NA di autoconclusivi con la quale l'autrice si sta facendo conoscere per la prima volta nel nostro Paese. I libri hanno fatto già impazzire le lettrici oltreoceano, completamente ammaliate dal suo modo di scrivere e incredule all'idea che si trattasse del suo lavoro di debutto.
L'entusiasmo che accompagna queste storie è contagioso, e noi non vediamo l'ora di averle tutte tra le mani 💥 ♥------TRAMA-------♥ Jesse Falcon ha dedicato tutta la sua vita ad un solo scopo: combattere contro l'unica cosa che gli ha tolto così tanto. Ha imparato nel modo più duro che, se vuoi realizzare qualcosa, devi farlo da solo. Tra il football, il programma di medicina e un tirocinio in ospedale, non ha tempo da perdere in qualcos'altro. La verità è che non crede che il suo cuore, guarito a malapena, possa resistere ad altro. Nonostante la determinazione però, conoscerà presto qualcuno che non solo infrangerà quella barriera, ma la farà a pezzi.
Zoe Evans è una normale studentessa del college. Ha un suo gruppo di amici, e abbastanza pettegolezzi da rendere le sue giornate interessanti. Ma il suo mondo cambia in un battito di ciglia... Un blackout e una settimana di febbre interminabile la costringono ad affrontare una battaglia per cui non è pronta. La fortuna non è proprio dalla sua parte. Avrà la forza di farcela?
Múltiples briznas en la rama del árbol
Te detienen despierto en este umbral
Las cuerdas fijas del demiurgo
Está algo más sueltas
El humo del cigarrillo asciende
Por tus mejillas
Te desdibuja, olor de alquitrán
Y la noche cerrada de tu retina
Se vuelve violácea, es luz
Figura con genio y tanta fisura
El sastre te dice al oído
Retén, espera, respira
Has llegado al claro, estás
Y boqueas al cielo
Este minuto de paz
Que congelas y estiras
Con garra, con tiento de otro
El carboncillo en los dedos
Y la brújula
Y las aletas de buceo
Y las gafas de explorador de intimidades
Y con la linterna en el pecho
Te dices: retén, espera, respira
Las burbujas reverberan en tu garganta
Es la luciérnaga en el pastiche
La tierna e invisible realidad
Retén, espera, respira
Red de caminos con finales
Que no sabes
Son horizontes alternos
Colores en un vaso
De tactos foráneos
Y murmullos inesperados
Es el río de fuego
El Fénix que resurge en tu centro
La música que se esconde
Debajo de tu terremoto (Árbol en flor)
Davidb // David Caulfield White
MyCollection « Carnets typo »
Collection “Blagues de graphiste”
Graphiste moi-même, cela me fait beaucoup rire évidemment !! Et vous ?
J’espère seulement que certains parmi vous savent encore ce que c’est qu’un cromalin... mais ce n’est pas sûr 😐
Suite de la collection à suivre...
My head was clogged. I could visualize thoughts going in and out of my brain. It seemed to burst any minute. This knot in the middle of my chest was smothering my breath. It was hurting and I just wanted to switch off the feeling.
Then my phone buzzed. The name flashing on the screen was "Mummy". I don't know how mothers know everything but somehow they do. I spoke hardly for 2 minutes and those brain clogging feelings just evaporated. I feel so much calmer, better and lighter now.
"THE PRIDE OF BEING DIFFERENT carries the true story of a gentle boy who suffers severe child abuse during his childhood and resides inside a shell with the fear of opening up to the people. Failing to express his pain to his family, Rajeev keeps all his sufferings to himself. Things become grave when he realizes that he was different from the normal boys. He felt himself to be a girl caged inside a boy’s body. Very soon he comes to know that he is a gay and starts exploring his likes and desires. At a time when the same sex affair was not yet legalized and was considered to be a crime, Rajeev had to hide his real identity in fear of being isolated by the society. Rajeev falls in love with Rohan and waits for their union. Situations create barriers and Rajeev is detected with HIV positive. Will Rajeev win his love? Will he be able to live a normal life again? Will he be able to kill his fears and unveil his gender identity? This true story is a learning lesson for the parents and an eye-opening chapter to the society. " @mousumisachdeva #authorsworld#authorsofindia#authorpromotion#authormarketing#authorbranding#writeindia#newindianauthors#indianauthor#authors#readers#writers#review#bookreview#authortalksback#bookwormsunite#bookstagram#bookclub#writing
Every little thing that presents itself to me,
whether good or bad,
Is yet another opportunity for me to challenge myself and become more and more aware of the ever-expanding human being that I am.
We struggle to truly point out and diminish our own faults and/or bad habits,
If a human is able to do so and apply the energy along with the actions,
Inner and outer worlds will evolve.
There was a .1 percent chance I'd fall for you .1 percent of a chance that you would charm your way into my life. That slim of a chance, you'd think winning the lottery would be easier But I guess I did win the lottery, Cause your smile was worth a million bucks, Your hair tangled in my hands gave me the same feeling of holding crisp dollar bills. But just like the way coins fall through your grasp, You slipped away too. You slipped away and fulfilled the 99.9 percent chance of hurting me. I fell in love. I got lucky enough that even with a .1 percent chance, you defied the odds. But I feel like broken hearts aren't worth the heartfelt loving. Maybe that's why I'm on a spectrum. My love for you was special, I guess you never thought that Cause why else would you have broken me. If you knew you had the .1 percent chance to keep me to love me to have me.
For all of my twenties, I thought like the LESS column, always berating myself, always finding new and inventive ways to be upset with myself. When I started to shift that thinking, I found that if I thought like the MORE column, I was happier and calmer. I did more of what I actually wanted to do. And felt so much less mired in this feeling of being stuck and lost. I realized I didn’t need to have it all figured out, but I did need to stay consistent, listen to myself, and actually put forth effort into what matters to me. That started with asking myself the right questions, which could lead to solutions, instead of berating myself which never lead to any kind of solution. I now always choose the option that feels most open. I choose possibilities instead of stringent ideals. I hope these reframes are helpful to some of you today. 🤍