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I have so much to write about. I have started, but I need to finish and then I need to find someone who will publish it. I think my book could help a lot of people 3 years ago

Yes I do love you!! Yes I do Care about you!! Yes you’re all I think about! You’re my world you’re, my everything. I don’t think you know how my love for you is endless it’s something that I can’t explain. When I see you or I’m around you I feel so happy. I feel like everyone is jealous of us because we’re so happy, because our love is the real thing our love is there, our love is so real that it makes people SICK like they can’t even stand us. It makes me happy because we both get to experience this feeling that not many people may feel, and would kill to feel like this. I’ve felt lucky to feel the love that you have giving me, love that not many women have felt love that women would kill for. But lately you haven’t been giving me that love. You’ve been giving that love to someone else. Someone that gives you things that I can’t look at you and speaks to you ways that I thought I did.
You love this person more than what you love me. I remember when everything revolved around me. But I’ve gotten a wakeup call and it’s not me anymore. Why? Does this person give you things that I can’t? I love you but I can’t drag myself around thinking that you’re going to change, or think that you’re going to love me the same way you said you would. I can’t bare the fact that you’re going to leave me and I can’t leave you. If you knew that this person was more important than me why did you love me that way u did? And why did you do the things u did? You lead me to believe that you loved my but it was false love. Now as I lay on the floor pondering what did I do wrong? You’re with her. Why? Does this person love you? Is this person going to be there when your down is this person going to be there when you’re hurt? Or is this person going to give you that one thing you’ve been wanting or has she given it to you already? PLEASE tell me what does she have that I don’t? What does she give you I can’t? I just want to I could at least have that piece of mind. I don’t want to grow old not believing in ANY man.
This person has a life this person has a “husband”, this person has someone to love her person has the romance and this person is being selfish and taking my love from men when she has her own. Why? This person has her own kids with her “husband” he tells her he loves her and even though they argue and physically fight he puts no one before her. You fight with her or she fights with her significant other and your there for her. You treat her like she’s on top of the world you put her on a pedestal. She’s sad you go running. She could be fighting with anyone and your there. WHY?? Her kids need something and you go running, doesn’t she have a family doesn’t she have a “HUSBAND.” Where’s my husband where’s the man I love?
When we first got together I found out a lot about you. You didn’t have the nerve to tell me. I had to play detective and I found out all on my own. I asked you and asked you, and you didn’t tell me…….. Until you were backed up against the wall! I remembered what you told me you were never going to let me down and you were never going to take me for granted. Let me tell you, you have! I need you now in every way and where are you with HER! Why HUNNY? Please tell me! What do I need to do so you could pay attention to me do I need to cheat on you like she does? Do I need to cut my hair like her? TELL ME!! I’ll do it! For you ill do anything. I don’t want to lose you. You always tell me that we need to have communication and love and that how our love and relationship will last but we have neither because of HER! I love you. Please love me back. Please I’m reaching out for help your hurting me and I don’t know what to do.
Do you even know that still look in the mirror and see some one disgusting and horrible? I guess you say, “That right that exactly what you are.” I guess it’s true. You make me feel like I’m not important. You make me feel like I shouldn’t even exist. WHY?? I love you! And I don’t think you see that. As I lay here on the floor with tears I my eyes and that pain in my stomach along with my heart you walk by my like you don’t even care. You see me there and you look down at me as if I don’t exist. I crawl to you in my dreams and I cry blood for you. As I do that I blurt out “I love you” and u just looks at me as if you have no idea who I am and what I am saying. As I open my eyes I see my night mare coming true. You don’t see what you do to me; you just walk by me like some kind of stranger. You tell me I’m the one that starts with the faces with the attitude and you get frustrated, well answer this if I didn’t get mad what would you do? Would you listen? Would you change it? What? You wouldn’t do anything! All you would say is oo you know how she is!! And I can’t handle that!
You know when I met you I thought that I wouldn’t have to compete for your love and that you was going to love me forever! I told you about my child hood. How I had to compete for my parents love how I was on my knees begging to be loved. Pulling my mom aside and begging for her hugs and kisses and my dad just to love me at least a little. I asked you not to let me down. As you walk away all my nightmares come back and I reminisce about my pain the love that I don’t deserve. Did he just put me on earth to know what love was for a bit and make me suffer after it was gone? Or to fight? But fight what? You walked away you left me to feel the hurt the anger and the details of our false marriage false relationship false LOVE. You walked away and you knew what you was doing before you felt any hurt you were selfish enough to do it first so I could bare all the pain.
As you leave me laying there on the floor, I see a razor and a knife. I go towards the razor and feel like just cutting my wrist. Just to feel the warm blood run down my arms and face. Warmth something you use to make me feel, something you use to give me when I felt cold. Something you always told me I would never feel. Then I just think about that it would be to slow! I look at the knife and I see me putting it into my heart and I think you breaking my heart hurts and I can’t bare it anymore and maybe it will be fast. As I stick in my chest I see all the hurt I’ve been caused all the love you promised me all the mistake I’ve made ALL the unloving that I have received! Something that you promised me that wouldn’t happen! I gave you all of me and you just walked by me and left me life less on the cold ceramic floor. Like and addict with her drugs. You looked at me as if you were the one that gave me the tools to destroying my life like as if I should’ve known that this love and life wasn’t going to last forever. Why fill up with false hope? 3 years ago

my name is Takiyah. Im 15yrs old. I am very interested in writing a book. Writing is my outlet as well as music and i feel thoes go hand in hand. My book(if im lucky enough to have one) is going to be an autobiography. I think i have been through it all, only as a kid. my parents are divorced i know what it feels like to be homeless, heart broken, and everything else a teenager encounters. I already got started on my writing. I just need some help. I hope i can get someone to be interested in my book (my life) and realy help me on this project. Thats all i want. PEACE LOVE : ) 3 years ago

I’ve had upwards of a half-dozen manuscripts out at any given point so far this year and I’ve had three pieces either accepted or published so far this year.

So, I’m marking this done. The secret is just to drop the envelope in the mail or click on “Send.” If you get comments, actually read them before sending the mss. out again but, honestly after the first acceptance, the rejections are a LOT easier to take. And while you’re waiting for the first acceptance, just keep sending out your work. 3 years ago

Since last I wrote, I’ve submitted two more stories. One I’ve already received a “No Thank You” on and the other one I’m still awaiting response. I’ve got another story just about ready to go too. I always want to have at least one mss “in the mail.”

I discovered two very useful resources: duotrope.com and ralan.org (I hope I have those URLs correct) They’re on-line lists of markets for writing. Both of these are weighted toward speculative fiction though they include other publications as well. What I love is the immediacy. They track the actual response rates of each magazine as well as the current status. It used to be as much effort figuring out who to send something to as it was writing the piece in the first place. 4 years ago

One of my stories was accepted for publication this week and even better, it’s a paying market! The response time also was wonderfully fast.

The event has encouraged me greatly and I’ve written diligently all week. I’ve nearly finished a draft of another story.

I also discovered an online writer’s group, for lack of a better description. It’s focused on speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, horror) so it’s not appropriate for all my writing but it’s a great free resource. http://critters.org In order to get ones own story critiqued, each member must critique the stories of others, roughly 3 stories per month. Seems like a good deal. 5 years ago

There in the barren parking lot I stood surrounded by heroes. Some had proven their strength in the past, some were embarking upon such endeavors for the first time, and others, well, they like I were heroines only by association. For the first few moments at mobility, hugging and saying good-bye to friends and colleagues was manageable. Watching each soldier toss their life’s necessities all stuffed into large ruck-sacks seemed like people packing the car for a long weekend. Yep, everything was going to be okay… I could do this… no problem… it’s only six months, right? Only my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, our dating anniversary, Valentine’s Day, my entire senior year of college, and the Atlantic Ocean stood between us. Psh, we’ll be fine…
Once he had made his rounds through all of his buddies, Tommy walked up to me. His gentle blue eyes pierced through me as I watched them cloud over and become glossy with tears. “Baby, I want you to leave now. There’s no use making this any harder than it already is. I love you more than anything in this world and I will miss you so much. I need you to be strong for me, okay?”
I couldn’t even squeak out an answer. Eye contact was all it took to melt my strength. My stomach dropped and my heart raced. “NO I WON’T BE STRONG!” I wanted to scream, but all that came out were tears. I clutched Tommy so tight in my arms and quietly begged him not to let go.
The moments following happened so quickly I didn’t have time to really take it all in. I kissed him once on the lips, then he kissed my forehead and promised it would be okay. He helped me into the truck, shut the door, and kissed me again through the open window. As he backed away he never stopped gazing into my eyes. I held onto his hand as long as our arms would reach, but as I backed out of that parking space my grip just wasn’t strong enough.
Maybe it would have been easier if I had driven far away, but our empty base house faced Mobility where he remained for many minutes. Those minutes seemed like days, days I should have been with him! I peered through the open sliding glass door, and watched the now loaded van pull past the house and down the road. He waved through the window of that van, but I didn’t have the strength to wave back. My knees went weak, my body felt limp, and I was at a complete loss of what to do next. There were no more uniforms scattered around the house. ESPN was not blaring from the living room. The smell of his cologne no longer permeated the air. He was gone. I was alone. 5 years ago

I suggest sending your work to Teen Ink. It’s a really cool magazine, book series, and web site so there are alot of places to get published. 5 years ago

I started looking into submitting some of my writing. 5 years ago

I don’t know where to begin 5 years ago

I have been writing for some time and I don’t know how to submit or even to whom to submit it to. I don’t know how to get started. I could use some advice. 5 years ago

“Deal” came back with a “No Thanks.” (Doesn’t that sound better than a “rejection?”) so I sent it out for comments from someone outside my usual group of co-conspirators. He had some very perceptive comments which I’ll take into account the next time I revise it.

I also completed another extremely short story, just under 500 words that I sent off to a webzine that published flash fiction. We’ll see. 5 years ago

Today my heart cries out,
For the young men who were taken advantage of.
Who were manipulated. Who will forever have impure images in their minds. Whose trust was violated. Whose adolescent time was robbed from them, never to be given back. Who screamed internally with a mute voice to those around them. Who lay at night crying from what events occurred. Who coward away from their own images in the mirror because they did not like what they were being made to do. Who now have to work so hard to redefine simple things like friendship and love…

Today my heart cries out,
For the parents, guardians, teachers, mentors of the afflicted. Who are burdened with the guilt of failure to protect. Who feel betrayed. Whose trust was violated. Who falsely thought it would never happen to their child. Who lay awake with nightmares of images of what might have happened. Who are charged to help rebuild the shattered soul. Whose confidence in self and those around will long time be slow to build. Whose heart aches and mind swirls at every thing that reminds them of the past. Who will forever be looking suspiciously at the next person that seems to be kind and loving. Who no matter what is said ultimately must take full responsibility of the horrific reality that it was their fault…

Today my heart cries out,
For the predator marked for life with the atrocities they have committed. Who will forever be branded. Who has become an instrument for demonic tendencies. Who looks at themselves in a mirror and does not recognize who stares back. Who is hated. Who has subdued their heart and soul so deep that right and wrong no longer separate themselves. Whose breathe smells like vomit in the spirit. Who is beyond apologies and a debt that can be repaid.

Today my heart cries out,
Because I know that I am a soldier of Christ. And because of that I know that God does not see levels of sin like I do. I also know that until a person’s last breathe they do have a chance to be saved, much like the man who hung next to Christ. And that it is not truly the person but the demons within them that cause one to stray from the light of God. But today I wrestle with God in my soul because I want this person to feel the pain that they have caused. I cry out to him asking not for mercy but for wrath. I know that if my salvation was measured on my sins alone I would be in a flaming seat right next to this person for eternity. So it is me who asks God to help us through this time. To maybe not stop the bitterness but at least help us heal enough to get past it. I know in my heart I cannot rightfully condemn this man because I have a plank in my own eye. All I can do is pray that God have his way and that whatever penalty cast that the fallen saint be forced to face the demons and come back to Christ who in the end does have the power to make ANYONE whole again… 5 years ago

I knew I’d regret not doing more than doing it and I figured I had nothing to lose, although I was a little worried about feeling rejected if my poems weren’t selected, but in the end it all worked out. I’ve been published twice now and my work has been excepted into an artists’ regranting program. 5 years ago

I sent out the story titled “Deal” to Fantasy Magazine On-line this week after I learned that GlimmerTrain passed. I am quite happy with that story, quite confident of its potential. I don’t have a lot of work that I feel that good about.

I find that the different stages of writing seem to take different kinds of energy. There’s the first flush of enthusiasm that carries me to the first full draft. I can usually do that mixed in and around the muck of life. I carry notes with me all day on 3×5 cards for when lines or phrases come to me. I used to use a Palm but honestly, I find cards easier to manage.

The second stage is the messy autopsy phase where the whole thing gets taken apart and analyzed, tightened and put back together. Hopefully the creature gets back up off the table a little steadier on its legs than when it arrived. I need LONG stretches of uninterrupted time for this, like a whole weekend or longer depending on the story. I need to go into the “zone” and not come out. And table space. Each draft is a little less traumatic, unless I get to a pretty polished manuscript that I suspect still has a deformity somewhere deep inside. I’ve got SEVERAL of these right now that will require taking a scalpel to their oh so beautiful surfaces to fix something structural underneath. I’m still in denial.

Finally, it’s cosmetic surgery and makeup and out the door. 5 years ago

I submitted “Deal” to GlimmerTrain’s Very Short Fiction contest just a couple days ago. I really like the story now after a bit more surface work. I entirely re-wrote the first paragraph since it seems I was “burying my lead” as the journalists say. Now, it starts off with a bang, which is good for a story of less than 1,000 words and still has an understated joke at the end of the first paragraph. I also changed some of the specific words throughout the story which seemed to draw a bit too much attention to themselves.

And I also see that I didn't mention something I sent to the on-line horror publication "The Harrow" a couple months ago. It was rejected but at least the rejection came in a reasonable amount of time and came with some nice comments--basically, "good story but it's not horror."

My personal goal…which is what 43things is all about, right?... is to get something else out in the mail by the end of the week. 5 years ago

Technically, I’ve been published quite a few times:

• My poetry is all over the Mesa School District.

• Three of my stories are up for the general public to read on FaithWriters. As far as I’m concerned, that’s published. I will continue to submit there, because it is really fun and it keeps me in good practice for writing about Topics-On-Demand.

• Many, many educational presentations have depended upon my research for success, although other people (bosses) took complete credit as the authors. So what, my work is still published!

I am writing a book, and will come back to this goal when it’s complete and I actually submit it for publication, but for now, I’m done with this goal. 5 years ago

...just to participate in the Weekly Challenges. I’ve always loved writing to a specific topic, so this was right up my alley.

I added a separate goal to my list because they don’t send reminder emails like Illustration Friday does. I need 43Things to remind me to go check what the weekly topic is.

So far, I’m having fun! 5 years ago

I need to get my current story out to its next market. Now. 5 years ago

...it served the purpose I was going for, which was to see if other people would like my writing.

I wrote a poem for postcrossing and posted it on 43 things (see my first postcrossing entry). Well, I got a nice “WOW” from someone on here who liked it AND the person in FINLAND who received it loved it! This is very encouraging! =) 6 years ago

I received a very hasty rejection from an application I sent out recently so to combat abject despair I sent out three manuscripts tonight after work. One went to GlimmerTrain’s Winter Fiction Open contest; another to Hobart-Online; a third to Mid-American Review. I need to crank up the rate of my submissions in general and this is a good start. I clearly have enough material. Maybe I’ll set myself the challenge of an average of one submission per week. That’ll add up to about 50 submissions this year. Folks can’t publish what they haven’t read! 6 years ago

I read a short-short of mine on Thursday at a school-wide reading. (I work at an alternative high school in a town with a thriving slam poetry scene so there was quite a bit of talent there.) I realized that it had been awhile since I read in public because my hand was shaking as I held the mike! I had to steady it against my chest to avoid getting a tremolo effect on my voice. But the story was really well received. One of the English teachers said I should try writing Young Adult Novels since she thought I got the tone just right for them and another English teacher wants me to come speak to his composition class because I told him the first draft of the story was roughly twice as long as the draft I read. (I got it down to 882 words, just long enough to get in and get it done.)

Now all I’ve got to do is mail some more of this stuff out the door. Glimmertrain is still accepting until January 15th (or is it the 31st) so I’m go to shoot something their way. 6 years ago

...and thought of a story that might work for it. It’s still in the formative stages, though. Wish me luck! 6 years ago

I know the next publication I’m going to try, a nifty little journal called Hobart. Folks, ya gotta check out at least their web-site at: hobartpulp.com They print a web-zine every month, I believe, and the work is not bad. I know exactly which story I’m sending, one which is oddly resembling my life at this particular moment, unfortunately. Wish me luck. 6 years ago

I’m so very excited! At last, my writers’ block is broken through! 6 years ago

Should have a chapter in a book by Oxford University Press in the relatively near future! Updates as and when. 6 years ago

http://www.nowwhatblog.blogspot.com 7 years ago

with the idea of submitting some of my Tanka to American Tanka magizine. I think my Tanka are quite in line with the sort of material they publish but I’m having trouble trying to decide if they really want a cover letter or not as they only mention the submissions on site. ::Quandry:: That, and I have to write some that I won’t submit to DeviantArt or post on my blog as they want first publishing rights. ::sigh:: Which sort of disappoints me because I have my best Tanka up there. 7 years ago