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    Wow! I love this society!!

    My first book is getting published. It's a novel. I started working on it when I was 19, and finished writing it when I was 21. I write about it in my blog from time to time, but I don't think I would tell my readers which book it is. Some people know who that blogger is, so I thought it's better to let them discover my book by themselves.

    Good luck to everyone writing a novel.
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    (Original post by GrublersBiyatch)
    hi guys, this is my first post in this sub forum. i would be very interested in joining this society and was wondering if my fellow writers could help me out?
    Ok i am currently in the middle of writing a novel, and i am just looking for some constructive criticism and feedback.All thoughts welcome, please just give me your honest opinion, how can i improve it ect. P.S sorry its bit long

    just follow the link to my blog, and post your comments here, thanks in advance!
    http://mylifesambitionrevealed.blogspot.com/
    Nice content! For a prologue though I think it might be a bit much - could you cut it down at all? - I like prologues to be the thing that draws me in straightaway, Dan Brown's are 8 or 9 lines long, and they draw the reader in. - Maybe its just me? Content wise its very good, - I just wonder whether some of that prologue could fit neatly in chapter 1
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    (Original post by Matthew_Lowson)
    Nice content! For a prologue though I think it might be a bit much - could you cut it down at all? - I like prologues to be the thing that draws me in straightaway, Dan Brown's are 8 or 9 lines long, and they draw the reader in. - Maybe its just me? Content wise its very good, - I just wonder whether some of that prologue could fit neatly in chapter 1
    Please don't compare Dan Brown to real literature.
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    (Original post by GrublersBiyatch)
    hi guys, this is my first post in this sub forum. i would be very interested in joining this society and was wondering if my fellow writers could help me out?
    Ok i am currently in the middle of writing a novel, and i am just looking for some constructive criticism and feedback.All thoughts welcome, please just give me your honest opinion, how can i improve it ect. P.S sorry its bit long

    just follow the link to my blog, and post your comments here, thanks in advance!
    http://mylifesambitionrevealed.blogspot.com/
    Just from your first line I can see you're appealing to the more literate end of the market I guess. Not always a bad thing but I think after a while the complex grammar and vocabulary can get a bit wearing, but maybe that's just me. Also, could be just me again, maybe try not to be so vague all the time? Unless what I just read isn't the beginning and stuff is explained beforehand...

    But overall I liked it
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    Hello people, I wonder what you will say about this short story?
    http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GUH8VFDB

    Be kind to me *blushed* English isn't my native language. I wanted to focus on sufism and talk about it clearly in that story but I failed. Enjoy reading it.
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    (Original post by Jace Falco)
    Please don't compare Dan Brown to real literature.
    no accounting for taste is there
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    No one's posted anything for a month - where is everyone? Looking to find inspiration again...It's the worst thing for a creative person to find that, when they're about to write, they discover they inkwell has run dry. I feel quiet insipid to be honest
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    I'm struggling to think of decent ideas at the moment, everything is either really cheesy, pointless, or just plain bad :sigh:
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    (Original post by ~ Purple Rose ~)
    I'm struggling to think of decent ideas at the moment, everything is either really cheesy, pointless, or just plain bad :sigh:
    Hi

    I've just put the random idea generator on my WYON and its come up with the following

    Among The gold cinema tickets.

    What could cause this?

    Think about this (without writing) for 2 minutes.
    The crematorium is simply hiding bodies in the cellar.

    Where is the profit?

    Buy a newspaper you would not normally buy and read it from cover to cover.
    At the school sports the general mood is one of loathing.

    Link two parts of a story with this idea.

    Write about the most similar event which has happened to you.
    They're totally random. But I wonder whether it could help you with writing short stuff.

    The problem for me at the moment is time, I've got two books on the go atm.
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    I've done scriptwriting, not just as part of my film degree but for fun too I have a script that I will eventually get around to making, I'm so lazy with my "free" time! I also have a blog- http://film-grad.blogspot.com/

    I'm interested in reading other people's blogs too if anyone here has one?
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    Do you mind if I join? I'm a big fan of writing and have written a couple of my own short stories (and two novels, both of which are half finished and need serious editing). I'm way too young to even consider being published, but I'm thinking about pursuing it as a later career.
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    (Original post by ShadowCat29)
    Do you mind if I join? I'm a big fan of writing and have written a couple of my own short stories (and two novels, both of which are half finished and need serious editing). I'm way too young to even consider being published, but I'm thinking about pursuing it as a later career.
    Welcome

    Why dont you have a think about publishing them - we all start from somewhere - I was 19 when my first book was published - 20 when it was reprinted.
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    (Original post by Matthew_Lowson)
    Welcome

    Why dont you have a think about publishing them - we all start from somewhere - I was 19 when my first book was published - 20 when it was reprinted.
    I do hope to one day get them published, but right now I need to focus on my exams a bit more and stop living in my dream world. Besides, if I ever want to get them published I would have to do a lot of heavy editing and loads more writing. But wow, you got published? What was your first book about?
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    I'll post a link

    Its set at university - some lad goes and finds that he has the attention of two people both of whom he doesn want.


    http://www.lulu.com/product/paperbac...iddle/14702327

    Finished writing a second one - just the typing to get done now
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    Does anyone know of any writing groups in/around the Derbyshire area? There seem to be few to none and actively exclude young writers, which is kinda poor.
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    Hello,

    I'm a young aspiring writer. I used to write poems, short and long stories, articles, and essays on life fairly often, though recently a lack of writing has correlated with the huge amounts of school work I have been getting. However, I'm hoping to dive straight back into the world of writing, and I think joing this society will be a good step.

    Alexei-Arbo.
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    Hey writers, don't forget the TSR writing competition.



    :teeth: http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/show....php?t=1564587
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    I have been making myself stick to a short story and writing a bit most nights. I'm getting towards the end and I'm hoping that with a bit of editing it will turn out okay
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    Poyems time:

    Adrift

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    I'd crack canyons with my hands,
    if I weren't surrounded by sea so
    much.

    There are no
    flowers that grow here. At least
    none that I know of;

    none
    that have real genus names;
    names to keep. Some weeds
    grow like messages in a
    bottle,

    sent back and forth
    and again from India,
    to, I wish, the silence sides of moons.

    I pick weed's tendrils and their
    salt ages me so much more than
    I'm used to; so much more than
    natural.


    the directions we take

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    by no accident of course,
    nor of will, our fate lies in a straight line;


    we gradient our hair, dyed auburn,

    try something new & newer &
    newest pressed fly over side-lines,
    those white laybays laid bare & stretched out
    over many rocks.

    I don't think we ever wanted to end up on this kinked
    road that drives into the desert. cassette tape
    strings lead us out of this maze though
    they break, over-expose (us&) you to the music
    of a sun; dry like grass whilst notes,
    they break into brittle pieces, brittle curves
    that crack like tarmac in winter.

    we never wanted
    to watch dirt and sand spool out from under our wheels,
    and even moisture finds it uncomfortable
    here-- though we promise it will, one day, join rain;

    dance our way into the night,
    mistake the star lit sky as scar bit mirrors,
    thinking that pinnacle was our reflection--
    or rather, once,
    because it is old & older & oldest light,
    and we are but young & younger & youngest;
    history determined that.


    this car won't ever run out of petrol.
    no not yet,
    not when we can still see a horizon, of sorts,
    and know.
    not yet will we reach the intersection,
    the interception, and watch this side of the world

    give way into flat-shapes, packed into
    the place where stories come from, ahead of us,
    though i'm sure we had heard them tales from a hitch-hiker


    who told us songs and stories:
    about state lines that stopped half-dotted,
    men who grew backwards like certain plants
    when given a haze of an oasis of a chance.

    but in the end, he went like the past and stopped,
    got off like the four winds.


    i don't think we will ever run out of gas,
    though i am not sure.
    i know we have rolls & rolls of grid-maps,
    lined in the corners of our boot,
    and for routes, we can crush the beetles
    we find littered on the sides and call them road-kill,
    milk their jewelled colours, one by one,
    light by light, road by road,



    fast & faster & fastest.
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    (Original post by spacepirate-James)
    Poyems time:

    Adrift

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    I'd crack canyons with my hands,
    if I weren't surrounded by sea so
    much.

    There are no
    flowers that grow here. At least
    none that I know of;

    none
    that have real genus names;
    names to keep. Some weeds
    grow like messages in a
    bottle,

    sent back and forth
    and again from India,
    to, I wish, the silence sides of moons.

    I pick weed's tendrils and their
    salt ages me so much more than
    I'm used to; so much more than
    natural.


    the directions we take

    Spoiler:
    Show
    by no accident of course,
    nor of will, our fate lies in a straight line;


    we gradient our hair, dyed auburn,

    try something new & newer &
    newest pressed fly over side-lines,
    those white laybays laid bare & stretched out
    over many rocks.

    I don't think we ever wanted to end up on this kinked
    road that drives into the desert. cassette tape
    strings lead us out of this maze though
    they break, over-expose (us&) you to the music
    of a sun; dry like grass whilst notes,
    they break into brittle pieces, brittle curves
    that crack like tarmac in winter.

    we never wanted
    to watch dirt and sand spool out from under our wheels,
    and even moisture finds it uncomfortable
    here-- though we promise it will, one day, join rain;

    dance our way into the night,
    mistake the star lit sky as scar bit mirrors,
    thinking that pinnacle was our reflection--
    or rather, once,
    because it is old & older & oldest light,
    and we are but young & younger & youngest;
    history determined that.


    this car won't ever run out of petrol.
    no not yet,
    not when we can still see a horizon, of sorts,
    and know.
    not yet will we reach the intersection,
    the interception, and watch this side of the world

    give way into flat-shapes, packed into
    the place where stories come from, ahead of us,
    though i'm sure we had heard them tales from a hitch-hiker


    who told us songs and stories:
    about state lines that stopped half-dotted,
    men who grew backwards like certain plants
    when given a haze of an oasis of a chance.

    but in the end, he went like the past and stopped,
    got off like the four winds.


    i don't think we will ever run out of gas,
    though i am not sure.
    i know we have rolls & rolls of grid-maps,
    lined in the corners of our boot,
    and for routes, we can crush the beetles
    we find littered on the sides and call them road-kill,
    milk their jewelled colours, one by one,
    light by light, road by road,



    fast & faster & fastest.

    :clap2::clap2:

    Check these out :rolleyes:


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