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I know I thank opuss a lot but what can I do I love this app. Thank you so much for this app. I never liked to write and I had no inspiration. Teachers liked my essays but never my stories.
Saturday's viewer liked our house but put an offer on another. Another viewer is lined up for tomorrow. Queried a publisher from the 'treasure trove' and they've requested the full manuscript of...
I'm new to Opuss as you probably can tell. Keep pressing the wrong buttons and messaging myself. Haven't wrote poetry for a very long time. So I'm a bit rusty with my rhythm and rhyme.
I just wrote "Fuck average" (Pardon my language there) because being average is just not what life's about, life is bout finding who you want to be and what you want to be.
Five months into this two-year journey, and though it isn't quite what I envisioned it to be, I am glad that I took this step, even if it means gritting my teeth and bearing this out for another one...
I have 200 followers now. Not that I care, but you guys keep me going so I do care. I joined Opuss with the intentions of wondering what it was and that I could read cool stuff.
I started off with posting a few quotes, jokes and music lyrics. I love music and some of the songs are just spot on, telling how I feel at the moment. Wish I had written those myself.
Tomorrow I am leaving for my university to begin a new semester after having such a long break (4 months!) there isn't much of a wifi service there so I doubt I'll have enough time to browse through...
Warning - this is more of a public diary entry than a blog. So I haven't written for a while, at I'm at a loss to know where to begin to be honest.
Ok, so I have actually submitted my first story to a publication area in hopes it gets published. It's an edited version of one of the stories I posted on here.
Obviously, I don't know but I honestly believe that being a writer is harder than being an author.
At age six, I started writing. At nine, I wrote to a TV company. A year later, I was notified of an award for writing the best essay done by a nine year old. At eleven, I lost my inspiration.
Hey, I just wanted to say how grateful I am for some of the feedback to my stories :D I'm honestly pleasantly surprised that you Like them and I must say, this is the first time I've shared my...
April 23 @ 1:34 am I have many things in mind that I want to write about but every time I would plan to start I always get stun and all the words just fly away and starts to vanish leaving me...
Wow. I leave Opuss for three weeks, as I write my 100 page screenplay to find that my once, 7th ranking, is now about 1170 or something. What's up with that people. Ha.
When you have been in the same job for more than ten years you find yourself wondering 'what if?'. What if I didn't reply to that advert in the newspaper.
Today, I read a story that I was working on 8 or more years ago. It was embarrassing to me, and hated it.
Out of top 20, pressure gone. (-: To clarify, Being so high up was good but I felt under too much pressure to produce writing worthy of my rank.
Well it suits to my creative and literature needs, and is easily flexed around an every day life. I love to read and write, and my idol is JK Rowling. But that's not all.
The main reason I love writing is probably because it was a talent I picked up by myself. My parents have no idea how much I love to write because I don't think they'd know how to react to that.
I am just thinking that Opuss is crazily addictive and magically good. Ever since I can remember I have written and wanted to write, being published is one of my lifelong ambitions.
day one hey guys. apparently I'm not aloud to talk to strangers....... screw that. ok maybe I won't give any 'personal information' out so just call me piclilly.
*Published - My Article* In January, I was forwarded a News Letter from a friend at Scribblers (my local writers group).
This is sort of a late introduction, because when I first joined I did not Know how to express myself.