publish my writing

I’m taking a class this semester that requires us to submit original work for publication. Genre is wide open, but I’m submitting a kind of travel writing piece to an online travel mag (hopefully). Sometimes you just need a little push—there’s no reason I couldn’t have done this on my own. I sent an email inquiry last week and have yet to hear anything. I can’t imagine they’re that busy (it’s a small mag), but I could be wrong :)

Three cheers for taking a year and three months off from this site. Not sure yet if I’ll get back into it. I remembered it when I searched for a quote, and my entry from the “share quotes” goal came up in Google—the odds?!

hii friends i m sahil kumar and today i m going to share with u something important regarding hotel Iqbal inn in patiala. and listen carefully they quralled with their customers and insult them. they have’nt manners to deal with customers. soo if u want to waste ur money and time just goo their. And i m giving u a advice that the fourth class hotel is better then Iqbal. soo dont go there i m just saving ur money.

Ever wondered why people are afraid from heights?
Well, in a scientific not, if you’re an “Acrophobic”, there must have been – at some point of your past – an incident linking heights to an emotional trauma and so you unconscious mind elicits this kinda fear to protect you from further spiritual agony… Another possible explanation suggests that you might just be afraid of falling, getting yourself injured and eventually ending in pain…
It’s strange the lengths people would go to protect themselves from getting hurt; tons and tons of strategies and tactics that we apply – sometimes even unconsciously – to spare ourselves the slightest feeling of discomfort.. But pain – no matter how hard we try, or how far we run – finally gets a hold of us… And when it does (As a part of the natural course of life), it’s even stranger that post traumatic techniques we engage in order to assure our broken hearts, worn souls and wounded egos that they will never – under any condition – get broken, worn out or wounded once again… We lose faith in friendship once we got betrayed, curse love after a broken heart, give up trying at the first sign of failure and resent the entire humanity over the cruelty of a bunch of people that represent no more that a drop in the entire ocean….
We spend a lotta time, nerve and effort trying to protect ourselves that we reach to a point where we think – to our detriment – that we became immune to life’s cruelty…
Well, no one is; freak-of-nature-type events occur and it doesn’t help displaying the protective mode… You can run, hide or even lock you self up in your own secluded world, but you can’t escape it… Even if your path seems well paved, some time you’ll trip and fall down on your face… Nothing can help you then; not even your countless emotional preservation plans; only having enough faith and confidence to pick yourself up, hold your head up high and carry on, expecting another trip, but yet enjoying every good step on the way, believing that pain is not the opposite of joy; it’s the perfect compliment, like the dark is to the light and the dim is to the bright… They form a whole called “Life” that is your own special blend of ups and downs, days and nights so, avoiding painful moments is like missing half of your life…. And even though I personally think that we should embrace such unpleasant moments – if for no other reason than the fact that we will never have them again -, yet there seems to be another utter and perfect purpose why we need to feel our downs and live in’em…. It’s your downs that make your ups feel so high! If you don’t start climbing at the foot of the mountain, you’ll experience no joy reaching the summit….. And yes, the word on the street is right: you must be covered in some rain and dirt in order to witness a rainbow!!
So, open your eyes wide open and unlock your hearts; don’t be scared of getting your feelings exposed…. Life’s long; there will be pain and grief, but there will also be joy, cheer and good moments that will make up for the bad ones if you let’em heal your wounds and wash your heart…
Don’t worry your lives away; live every second to the full and make the best out of it because even the most painful ones can grant you something that the most joyful ones can never give… Pain augments your compassion towards others’ sufferings and enhances your understanding to their needs… Sometimes it makes you realize the bad you’ve done to a close friend, the grief you’ve caused a parent or even the disappointment you’ve left a beloved one in…. Just look back and I’m sure that you’ll easily realize that at least one – if not more – of your greatest and most life illuminating self make-overs were encouraged by a moment of anguish…

....it’s time to bring out the typewriter.

People say one thing, but does the other, so does that mean we are not
who we say we are?? Well i guess thats life and only you can determine
your life. Think before you act and you might just get far. Be who you are
and not want you want to be, only because who you want to be is not who
you are. People say one thing but does the other, so does that mean we are
not true to ourselves, and if your not true to yourself you cant be true to
others.
You will live and you will learn, its up to you wether your ready or not,
but being someone your not obviously show your not ready to succeed. You
then turn into that person you wanted to be and noone around you doesnt
reconize you anymore. This person you’ve become so angry and dangerous,
your friends are afraid of you only because you are afraid of yourself.
Now what you do, you so stuck you dont even notice you ‘ve change, you
believe its everyone else but everyone else know its you, so you stand all alone
wondering whats wrong til you finally look in the mirror and notice theres
noone there, you were fading slowly until you disappeared. So what to do
now you ask yourself only because theres noone there, no friends no family
not even the one you love. They couldnt take anymore of this person you’ve
become so they walked out , not because they wanted to,only because it’s life.

Publishing a book has always been my dream, ever since I was a little kid. Since then, I’ve been trying to write novels and such, (unsuccessfully, unfortunately), and I’m impatiently waiting for the day I might actually finish one! My creative writing class has given me some pretty good tips and I think it’s really helping with improving my writing. Someday, I hope to see my book in the front window of Books-A-Million with “New York Bestseller” printed alongside the title. =)

Wrote a short spacefiller for the Audubon chapter newsletter a friend edits. That’s something!

Who knows Ray Grift best ?!
Let’s create this person together.
.fillings,
.regrets,
.thoughts,
(He travels all around the world and describes everything What’s happening around him)
My name is Ika,I’m 16 and I’m an actor

This summer I entered a poetry contest at the Milwaukee Public Library, and I won the grand prize with a poem of mine called “Empty” about one of my closest friends and his grief over a dead childhood friend. I got $50 to Barnes & Noble and am currently looking for local (I’ll move on to National maybe) poetry contests. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

I have wanted to be a published writer ever since I was a child.
This is you could say my childhood dream, however, I am always very hard on myself about my writing. I feel that for me the best way would be to do some kind of creative writing course and then see if I really do have anything special to contribute. Then I will get enough confidence I think to submit my writing to publishers and promote it.