How To Master Writing
To master the art of writing, You must learn to be exciting. Not just be talking from your point of view, Put yourself in someone else's shoes.
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To master the art of writing, You must learn to be exciting. Not just be talking from your point of view, Put yourself in someone else's shoes.
Hi guys. I've decided to start my own investigation into the cats and kittens that make Opuss tick... I'm going to be interviewing them. Up first, I cornered Jack, aka MelchiorJ13...
Nothing to look forward to. Just work And work And more. Nothing to look forward to. Just working Till I'm sore.
After writing my little ditty the other day called "That awkward moment when..." It got me thinking that everyone on here is so nice, supportive and encouraging, with the occasional odd or negative...
What to write. What to say. What is on My mind today. A poem on love. One on hats. Or maybe something On dogs and cats. No that's no good That's not right, What should I write tonight.
What is this about, What does this mean. I'm quite unsure, If it's being seen. What is the purpose, Of this quick rhyme. Is it to prosper, To live for a long time. Am I writing, For likes or love.
You wield your sword with utmost ease Myself, I wield a pen You cry and leap forward, roaring While I yawn and start again A dragon looms from inky darkness While my pen is scratching away Sparkling...
Does anybody want me to do a He Fell In Love With A Vampire one shot. If you don't know what that is,I'll explain. A one shot is something that isn't related to my story it's just a little tale.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, November 17, 2012. Not to sound redundant through the title, but fear is inevitable. Fear is always present, especially when making things.
#projecthumanity Calling all Opussians. Thank you. Thank you for your support. Thank you so so much for it. Without it, I definitely wouldn't be doing this project.
A quick way to knock one out. For the urge & the need to write. When finding time is causing strife. No time to give your work undivided attention.
Here's something for you, Because you've never read my ink. I know you've never asked... But I hope it'll make you think. I know it's not your kind of thing. But I'd appreciate it if you'd pretend.
I saw the little paw print and underneath it said... "Start composing.' What does this mean.
Poetry, hypnotises and spellbinds us rhyme, metre and image designed to fix the poem in our memory, to burn it deeper than prose to stay in the memory for a split second longer to use the poem as a...
I have nothing interesting to say. The words are dormant today. I have nothing true or profound. The words have gone to ground. I shall remain quiet and still. Let my mind quietly refill.
The brush, The canvas, Me. It's all, I want it, To be. The paint, The design, And I. The strokes, All perfect, To my eye. The pallet, The easel, The painter. The work, Getting darker; Getting fainter.
Hello again, today is Tuesday, October 30, 2012. I've just hit fifty Opusses.
Start composing what. What indeed mr Opuss.
1) DON'T BE BORING. You needn't use long words and big paragraphs to seem more clever or mature. People will accept you more if they can easily understand your writing. 2) BE A CRITIC.
(Best read in voice over man voice like a TV advert. Please, this is tongue in cheek. Laugh at yourself if you recognise anything) Suffering from writers block. Ran out of things to say.
I am writing this, because I haven't simply written for a few weeks, Maybe months. I've lost track of time. I'm writing to thank someone, a friend, in fact.
Just another chapter In your never ending story A phrase that will haunt me Until the day I die For the beauty we shared You jot down for all too see I'm glad I could provide you With an exciting...
Excuse my excitement, I have to say The postman's been around today And in among a load of things Usual rubbish the postie brings Was something in some bubble wrap For goodness sake what is this...
My fingers were gently holding the pencil, Drawing a delicate young girl. I gave her big blue eyes, that looked happy and in surprise.