be a writer

I hate writing. I really do. If I’m not in the mood, it’s the most annoying thing in the whole world. I struggle and stress and curse over my college essays. I can never explain my point fully and I waffle like there’s no tomorrow.
And yet I always get straight A’s in my essays and my English teachers all say I have a gift for it. Hmmm…

I’ve always written. Mainly in diaries. It’s usually a slightly different narrative to a novel, altough so many novels these days are written as if that person is standing in the room with you – take Bridget Jones’ Diary.
My punctuation isn’t perfect, my grammar does lack sometimes and my spelling seems to be getting progressively worse…and yet there is nothing in the world I would rather do, than write. And eat. And drink red wine. Hey, maybe I should be a food crtic? I might start tonight, although I don’t think it counts if it comes out of a jar, haha!

Ok, so it’s a fairly overly romantic idea, but imagine it – cold winters evening, the heating’s on and you’re curled up on the sofa in your slippers with a glass of red wine (or bottle, depending on preference) and your laptop on your knees, tapping away as you imagine some delicious fariytale (surely this is all Stephanie Meyer DID for 5 years!!) while your dinner bubbles away on the stove (or is winging it’s way to you in a pizza delivery box…whichever takes your fancy). Bliss!!!

SO….where do I sign up?? How do I start?!

Part of my embracing the Laws of Lifetime Growth is learning the ability to schedule time each week to accomplish the goals we have. So in addition to my morning pages I am scheduling 2 hours each morning to my personal writing projects.

This has been on the back burner except for my morning pages, a few blips here and on Facebook….but now I am working on my novel and a few short stories.

This is so much fun even if it doesn’t go anywhere!

I’ve always like to write, but not until a few months ago did I realize that writing is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

I want to create magnificent worlds, captivating characters (even if they die shortly after their short debut), enchanting yet outlandish plotlines.

I’m working to improve my writing and grammar skills, widen my knowlegde of words and phrases, as well as acquire a better grasp on reading comprehension skills. Before I go to school, just to make it easier on myself when I go.

Interests are sci-fi and comic books :)

i am a writer, starting today. i write, i live, i breathe. i give life to my characters, i am a character. life starts now, i start my writing.

i’d like to be a writer. I read things and think….i can do that.
i’m blogging currently and really enjoy it, but how does that make money?! i have always loved writing and realise now that i can bring a comical edge to everyday life. When you watch certain commedians such as Billy Connolly, who take the simplest of lifes observations and wind an entire story from it. amazing.

I am a free lance writer. I would like to be a writer of books make more money get more respect.

Bloodline—chapter1

A loud bang in the distance rudely awoke me, making me jump and then huddle into a protective ball before realising what it was. I peered out of a gap in the corrogated iron wall, night-time. I could finally get some food.
Glancing around the door of the warehouse. I checked if the coast was clear, it wasn’t. A group of teens were heading straight towards me. I was trapped. Running into the darkest corner of the warehouse, i closed my eyes and silently hoped it would hide me.
As they walked past they chucked empty beercans into the warehouse, leaving me safe. Part of me wanted to go talk to them, i had never talked to any other human except my parents; in fact i had never met any other humans except them.
It was around eleven before i found a decent meal, a family had left their window open and on the counter lay a leftover meal. I silently grabbed the plate and cleared it, before silently laying it back on the counter. I didn’t want to resort to stealing food, but it was my only chance of survival.
GGGRRRIIINNDD!!! My heart stopped, i turned around and to my horror a surveilance camera had gotten god-knows how many pictures of me whilst i was eating. I quickly made my way back to the warehouse, my chest tightened with fear. The alleyway seemed quieter, different. I turned around trying to pick up the scent of my usual trail but i couldn’t find it. I cried out, i was so frightened, so distraught i must of gone the wrong way. I cried out again, but instead of a cry; a loud howl was sent reverberating through the narrow maze of alleys. People began to turn on their lights, my howl had awoken them.
Crouching on all fours i acted like a dog, luckily the tired people fell for it and just shouted at me, mainly about a “damn dog”. I held back my fit of giggles and let the adrenaline rush take hold, hoping it would lead me home. Finally, YES! I’d found it, on the east wind the faint smell of my old trail. I smiled releaved and began the journey “home”.
Bang! I was rudely awoken yet again, but this time it was closer. I peered outside, still daytime. I sighed, boredom had kicked in. I still had at least seven hours left until i could i could leave the warehouse.
Suddenly, voices echoed through the alley.
“Did you hear about the werewolf sighting around this area?” a female voice chirped intrested.
“werewolf? You don’t beleive in things like that do you?”a male answered
“but the had video evidence and pictures!” she protested
“yea, but any nerd can edit those on computer programs”
“True, its nice to imagine though..”
“Why? Would you want a werewolf in your neighborhood? Killing people, destroying things. Man. If i saw one i’d grab the nearest sharp obect and KILL it”
I gulped nervously, if he found me he wouldn’t spare my life.
Then a third voice joined them, “Give me your money and i just might not kill you” a gruff male voice growled.
“Take our money, just please dont hurt us!” the female cried, the sound of coins clattering the floor filled the air.
” You stupid woman! I need that money! Thats it!” shouted the gruff male, shing! A blade had been pulled out of its case.
I had to do something, these people would die otherwise. I sneaked out of the warehouse and hid in the shadows. The gruff man was ready to kill them, i couldn’t let this happen.
I was now close enough to reach him.
“Time to die!” he smiled malisciously.
“NO!” i screamed, kicking his legs out from beneathe him. He landed on the floor with a thump, out cold.
I WAS too late, the man had been stabbed in the shoulder. The woman cried as i lifter him, pounding my stomache with her fists.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU MONSTER!!” she cried.
” I’m TRYING to help!” i growled.
She stood shocked for a few seconds, i couldn’t tell whether it was because i spoke or because i was helping or even both.
“Come on then!” i shouted back to her to snap her out of it.
“Leave, me, alone…” The man in my arms winced.
“It’s trying to help.” the women smailed clutching his hand.
“she – not IT” i growled.
“sorry” she smiled
I reached the end of the alley, “I can’t go out there, you’ll have to run to the hospital a couple of doors down” i sighed laying him on the ground before walking away.
“Do you want anything in return?” she smiled.
I turned around “yea, see that warehouse where the man attacked you. Can you occasionally drop some food off there? im tired of scavenging”
“Meat right?”
Glaring at her i answered “no, i eat the same things you eat”
“oh sorry.” she smiled before we both walked in opposite directions.

I met a gentleman who was very talkative and told me his wife’s family history. It covered several generations and was quite interesting.

The more I thought about it the more I thought it would make a great short story. I started to tell the guy I am dating about it…tuns out he really isn’t that interested in my being a writer. So I won’t look to him for encouragement.

No problem. I will write it anyway. :)

I have made progress. I am currently a member of fanfiction.net, and have been writing there. I have gotten loads of reviews, and am happy with my outcome. its fun, releasing, and enjoyable.