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This مضمون contains suggestions for basic practices for being a good writer, and was last edited on 12 June 2009 (to add the admonition about backups).

How to be a Better Writer
If you're reading this, chances are that آپ are interested in being a Good Writer: someone who is able to write well and convey ideas effectively through text. Note that we are not talking about being a Successful Writer here, nor a Widely-Read Writer; those are separate concerns. Before آپ worry about who's going to read your writing یا what آپ can get out of your writing, آپ should concern yourself with making your writing worth reading. How do آپ do this? Below are some simple suggestions for practices that should improve your writing. Not all good writers do all of these things, but most do. Thus, it follows that if آپ want to emulate a good writer in the quality of his/her work, آپ should also emulate their practices. Each of these practices is important.

1. WRITE
This one should go without saying. To get better at something, آپ need to practice it. For a writer, that means writing all the time. No amount of mental composition, thinking about the writing آپ plan to do, will enable آپ to put the words together as effectively as actually writing the words. A week of careful consideration will yield less than an گھنٹہ of typing یا writing سے طرف کی hand will do.

Daily writing
Make sure that آپ write every day, not just on weekends یا weekdays when آپ "have the time". Write every day.

If آپ are at a loss for what to write, keep a journal and write in that daily. Carry a little notepad with آپ (or mobile device where آپ can quickly make notes), and jot down phrases, images, یا bits of dialogue that آپ see, hear یا imagine throughout the day. Commit yourself to writing a certain amount each day, either of time (I'll write for an گھنٹہ with no breaks) یا length of product (20 lines of poetry, minimum). Consider setting aside a regular time for writing, and also consider setting up a dedicated place for writing. Both of those can get آپ into the habit of writing such that, just entering that time یا place, ideas start to flow.

Write a lot
Try to write as much as آپ can. There's an old aphorism that the first million words آپ write will be crap. The trick, then, is to get those first million words out of the way so that آپ can get to the good stuff. Of course, the process of writing those million words is how آپ actually get better, so there is some importance to making sure that آپ keep writing volubly as well as often.

Keep an archive of your writing
Mostly one writes to get the words out of the way of the اگلے batch of words. That said, it's very useful to keep a backup of your writing: if آپ write on paper, file away your writing in a محفوظ place. If آپ write on the computer, make sure to regularly back up your writing onto a CD یا other local storage. This is useful for a number of reasons: inspiration (you can return to your writing months یا even years later and be impressed with the ideas آپ had, and also how much better آپ are at writing after that time), copyright (you have some evidence that آپ wrote what آپ wrote), and just having something to دکھائیں for your efforts. If آپ write exclusively online in posting to sites like Fanpop, you'd better start going back and saving copies as soon as آپ can. There's no guarantee that those sites will keep your content intact - there are database failures, power outages, کریکر attacks, and all sorts of other things that could cause the site to accidentally lose your writing - and if such a site goes out of business یا is purchased سے طرف کی another company, all bets are off as to what they keep. So your online writing could disappear overnight. Make sure to keep backups.

2. READ
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copyright True Nature Gems

Read a lot of the writing that others have done. While آپ should particularly read stuff that is similar to what آپ plan to write, آپ definitely should read widely, to give yourself broad exposure to different styles, voices, perspectives and approaches to writing. For this reason, constant reading is a good practice for developing your own writing.

Style
Every writer has a distinctive way that they put words, sentences and paragraphs together. Reading مزید will expose آپ to مزید writers' styles, which آپ can then bring to برداشت, ریچھ in your own style, or, if آپ become familiar enough with a دیا style, آپ can even imitate for comic effect یا as tribute to authors آپ particularly enjoy.

Voice
Well-written characters have clear behaviors, mannerisms, perspectives and attributes that define and illustrate who they are. Since this is all conveyed through words, it is referred to as the voice (either of the character - usually fiction - یا the مصنف - either fiction یا non-). This is often an extension of the author's style, which is specific to one character/narrator. Paying attention to character/narrator voice when آپ read will help آپ to be consistent in whatever voice آپ create for your writing.

Perspective
سے طرف کی reading, آپ may see different approaches to perspective of the narrative, from a first-person omniscient to a third-person flawed. As آپ can tell from those examples, there are two scales that measure perspective: the orientation, and the trustworthiness of the narrator/authorial voice.

Orientation: This can be first person, in which everything is written from the perspective of yourself. An example: "When dawn broke, I rose and checked my gear. Then I walked downstairs and unpacked the grenades." A different orientation is سیکنڈ person, in which everything is written from the perspective of the reader: "When dawn broke, آپ got up, pulled on those boots آپ like so much, and were halfway to the store before آپ realized آپ hadn't worn anything else." However, the most common orientation is third person, in which آپ write about someone else (not you, and not the reader): "When Dawn broke, Larry untied her and had the orderlies return her to her cell, where she would receive medical treatment as reward for her confession."

Trustworthiness: This relates to how much the narrator knows/how fallible the narrator is. Most common is the omniscient narrator (usually going hand-in-hand with the third person perspective), which presents the text as the factual truth, with no reason for the reader to doubt what is being communicated. Most journalism مضامین are written from an omniscient perspective. "President Obama today spoke to Congress about the bill." is an omniscient perspective, just as is "Henry pulled an arrow, nocked it, drew back to his chin and let fly all in one smooth motion, his eyes never wavering from Diane's." A limited omniscient narrator is similar, but tells the action only around one character with no jumping around in time یا place separate from the one character. If a story follows Ed the gameskeeper through 20 years of his life at the قلعہ and never shows us action that Ed didn't witness, but it is clear from the story that other stuff was happening that affects Ed - the narrator may even mention Ed's feelings, then that's a limited omniscience. A limited narrator is writing from the view of one who is actually a character in the story/narrative, and so stuff that happens in front of the character isn't necessarily conveyed accurately یا interpreted correctly. "Sam sat at the table, dealing cards. Sheila accused him of cheating, then all hell broke loose and I didn't see what happened next." Finally, an unreliable narrator is writing from the perspective of a character whose very accounts can not be assumed to be factual. "Paul sat there with a smirk on his face. یا maybe he cried. In those days, he did both with some regularity, so it could have been either."

Approach
This is a pretty broad topic, but reading different approaches can really help a writer of any level. Approach can mean the broad strokes: am I going to tell the story in chronological order? Will I write it in rhyming verse? Will it work better as past, present یا future tense? But approach could also mean the specific tacks the writer takes for a particular scene یا paragraph: will I use alliteration here? Will I develop a theme of the color blue here? Seeing the approaches that other authors have taken may give آپ ideas on different ways to approach your own pieces.

Dialogue
Reading a lot can help آپ with your dialogue: both how to write dialogue well, and in many cases how NOT to write dialogue well.

3. TALK WITH OTHER WRITERS
 copyright Carol Ormand
copyright Carol Ormand

Having a writing group یا a regular get-together with other writers is key to writing well as well as improving your writing. Writers challenge each other, as well as energizing each other. Meeting regularly with other writers can:

1) Encourage discipline (making sure that آپ write regularly). If آپ have a writer's group and you're expected to bring some new writing/revision to each meeting, آپ are مزید likely to do it than if آپ only had expectation on yourself to write regularly.

2) Reinforce the idea that you're not alone. Other writers can commiserate with آپ about the difficulties with writing. They can offer tips at handling problems with approaches یا blocks from times they've had similar experiences, and آپ can gain confidence سے طرف کی talking to them about your solutions to problems you've had in the past.
Sometimes a writer on his/her own will start to feel blah about their own writing, but sharing it with other writers can get آپ out of those doldrums when they express their enthusiasm for your story.

3) Inspire آپ with their work. Reading another author's work in progress can be thrilling, because the other مصنف will almost certainly have a different style and voice than آپ do. Just reading new ideas and getting excited to see what happens اگلے in a work in progress can really rekindle the آگ کے, آگ for your own work.

4) Help آپ with your work. Sometimes just trying to explain what you're trying to say in your writing is enough for آپ to realize problems with your narrative. When that isn't enough, though, the other writers can hear your work and then give آپ feedback which can help out your craft.

4. CRITICALLY ANALYZE WRITING
Feedback is vital to a writer. But آپ don't just give criticism of others' writing in the hopes that آپ will get criticism in return! The main value in critically analyzing others' writing is that it gets آپ in the habit of reviewing the craft that went in to a particular piece of writing, identifying what technical choices were made and how they worked for the piece. As آپ focus on the (mis)spelling of others, آپ become sensitive to your own mistakes, and can thus correct them مزید easily.

What is critical analysis?
Critical analysis is reviewing a work, checking how it functions as a whole, as well as how each of the pieces contributes to that whole. Usually critical analysis is delivered to the مصنف of the work being analyzed, either in person یا in writing. This is so the مصنف can benefit, and so that آپ are organized and thorough in your criticism.


Some things to analyze
There are many things to consider when آپ critically analyze a piece, and that فہرست will be somewhat different based on the type of writing that you're reviewing. Poetry will be different than memoir will be different than reporting. Here's an example of some of the things آپ might consider when reviewing short fiction stories:
* spelling
* grammar (sentence structure)
* syntax (the order of words in the sentence)
* word choice (are the words being used correctly? Are the words repetitive یا limited? Do the words chosen enhance یا hinder the narrative?)
* punctuation
* dialogue (Is the vocabulary appropriate to the time period/social status/location of the character
* تفصیل (how well are things described, when they're described?)
* character motivation (Does what the character is doing/saying make sense? Does it make sense for that character?)
* plot (does the action make sense? Does it flow from one event to the other in an appropriate, believable way?)

SUMMARY
There are four broad categories that all writers should do: write, read, discuss and criticize. The first is foremost, but all of the others are just as important as any of the others. Try to consistently do all four and آپ will find your writing improving.
posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I love to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie کہا impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I کہا exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I کہا starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are آپ sure آپ wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I کہا trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for food and آپ look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
posted by jedigirl
The دن my life became مزید than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my ڈیسک and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True آپ Lie?
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were آگ کے, آگ red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.

Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.

Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her بستر and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed آپ too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo کہا impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had مزید stress related seizures, مزید than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not سے طرف کی blood, then سے طرف کی what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the دیوار to تلاش for the power switch. "Whoever this is, آپ are very cute!!!!" she کہا feeling around me to reconize...
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This is something I'm working on.. It's the first long piece I've attempted. People often told me I'm too good at imagery and تفصیل to write anything short. Perhaps I use too much imagery? I'm curious about what آپ guys think.

I already know it's a bit shakey at some parts. I still need to do some revising. I revise every time I finish reading a book. I feel each book teaches me مزید and مزید about writing.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Welcome to Birchmoss
preview
(This was just a part of my planning and organization. It is subject to change)

Violet kept her skeletons right where they belonged. Hidden away...
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posted by serenacullen93
I wish that my mother was here that stupid drunk driver had never been born it was my fault that she died that she is now six feet under the ground . I remember that night like it was yesterday I had snuck out with my دوستوں to go to this party down town . Things got out control I called my mom from the side of the road for my mother to come get me one of the guys from the party zoomed down the road and hit my mother head on . I saw it I was right out side the car I saw the red hot metal cut into my mother flesh ending her life with one feel-swoop like the cut of a blade. The ones who should...
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CHAPTER 1

“Where the fuck is he?!” Simon was getting really pissed already. Jacob was supposed to be back an گھنٹہ ago. He promised Adele he wouldn't be late. While waiting, Simon turned on the TV. He laid down to the couch, drinking beer, waiting for the news to start. Adele came back from the kitchen, drinking سیب, ایپل juice, “I don't know. Calm down, please, Simon.” she replied. “And don't drink!”
“Why not?” Simon asked her.
“Because,” she said, grabbing the بیئر bottle from him, throwing it away, “First, you're not old enough to be drinking, you're fifteen, if آپ hadn't...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
today is the دن i get to see my girl. Kessy, my darling girl.And today nothing is going to stop me.
i rushed into my best clothes that i even selected the دن before, i had to make a good impression for her. i hope she still loves me as much as she did.

I haven't seen Kessy in 3 weeks. Her doctors say i can be anywhere near her, i might "contaminate" her. My ass, the only disease i can give her is jsutmy love for her.
But sometimes i wonder that her doctors dont know whats really best for her.. But they word is better then mine.
I sits all day, alone. No family to visit her. Her red hair growing,...
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posted by Fangirl99
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a گلابی شرٹ, قمیض and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom

"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do آپ have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do آپ wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a سال ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I love comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my پسندیدہ part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what آپ think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks...
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posted by Fangirl99
title:real you

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.

there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it aint likely.
but we should give it a shot.
telling them,is all i got.
one دن they will see,the real you.


here i go again.Another
day of stress.i alomst wanna die.
dont make me make آپ cry.
better back off,better step back.
cause any time, i might attack.

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.


there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it...
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Academic life has challenging demands. Students are expected to manage their time wisely between their academic requirements and extra-curricular activities. Living in a time when the world requires highly sophisticated demands, this challenge is no easy feat. No one understands this dilemma better than professional writers, students, retirees, and freelancers specializing in academic writing seeking to offer their excellent services to students who intends to maintain a good academic standing but needs some assistance in completing academic requirements due to time constraints and limited...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what آپ think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with مزید then one guy she hopped he would be the one for me after that I went to my room. I had my laptop on my dark blue desk. My بستر was a black blanket with dark purple pillows only one thing in my room that wasn’t dark was the light blue curtains lacey got me when I was a baby. I wonder why my mom didn’t want me. “Kura!” lacey called. I went down stairs. “Yes?” I said. “why did آپ get the ride with Evan?” she asked motherly. “Um lacey I got the ride with Evan because my truck broke”...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok... so this is my first time, so تبصرہ but don't be bad;)Thanks Emmett4ever, Patrisha727, Just_bella, and everyone else for supporting me and liking my story.... This one is for you:D



How could I leave him? How could he leave me? We always knew that we were meant to be together, our love was so strong, so beautiful, so pure.
I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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