19.A Question
Hello again, and today is Thursday, October 4,2012 and I have a question to ask. My question is in regards to the novel I'm going to write.
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Hello again, and today is Thursday, October 4,2012 and I have a question to ask. My question is in regards to the novel I'm going to write.
As it happens, schoolwork is a massive pain in the ass. Why. Because it takes my freaking time up. Ugh. So annoying. Trust me, doing college work and writing does NOT mix well.
I don't think I will be posting another chapter of Young Love until Saturday. The homework my teachers have been giving me is through the roof.
Hi my Opussians. It's my birthday on Tuesday and I am hoping to receive an iPad keyboard dock.
Bloody figures. He writes the story, keeps it in Notes for over five days, and forgets to post an update. Well screw it, I'm going to post them. Hi guys. It's me, Rena.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, September 26, 2012. Have you ever gotten that feeling, that infectious cessation of ideas called writer's block.
. Written words upon the page . My mind, a drain of ink . Seeing every sentence I chew up . I spit back down the sink . Every thought erodes the silence .
Hello again, today is sunday, September 23rd, and I want to, from now on, post little snippets of a novel idea I have in my head. I'm only going to choose to post these on Sundays. Why.
Hey everyone. I would just like to say thank you to everyone who has read my many poems, stories, and blogs I've written. A huge thank you to everyone that has re-posted them and had followed me.
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There's a few things I should try and clarify with you guys. Over the holidays, these past six weeks, different things took over my life. A short, brief but wonderful romance.
Writing has such an influence on you; I have now caught myself trying to turn my life to lyrics, poetry or stories. Tried to make myself more like a character, or less like one.
Revision, precision, the skilful division, The very first line is a crafted decision, Emotion, commotion, a dreadful devotion, A pot of ink, stirred into quite a dark potion.
Hey people, I wanted to write a quick Opuss to tell you guys that I'm taking a break from writing. I think I wrote so much Texas Girl (Sixty-Eight parts if you didn't know), my brain is fried.
Sometimes we forget and take advantage of the talents we all have. Dancers have their feet. Singers have their lungs. Scholars have their brains. Actors have their faces. Photographers have their...
Hey everyone I'm back.
Start composing Start being creative Start making something Write about stuff Forget about your day, your to-do list. Relax Listen to the silence Noise will return For now....escape from all and...
Hey there all my Opuss comrades, It's so good to see y'all are still here.
Ok so I haven't had one of these in a while. I don't know if you guys notice but, I haven't updated 'The Ghosts From Her Past' in a long time.
Hey, Ummm.... There won't be as many BITELESS posts after tomorrow.... Sorry... I have an excuse though... I haven't been reading much over the holidays and I've gotten so slow.
I look at these blank pages and try to find words to fit them perfectly, as if the souls of these pages linger. As if the expect me to find there true nature and place it upon them in simple black...
Hey Opussia, So I've just started writing a story and I'm really enjoying writing it; I have some ideas in store... I never knew how much more intense story writing is then poetry.
So, I decided it would be nice to have a hard copy of some of my poems, so I emailed them to myself and printed them off, but as I opened them up, it told me ALL the little details about my work...it...
Ugh, I haven't updated Smells Like Teen Love in awhile and I'm getting kind of frustrated with myself.