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Essentials of Writing. Part 1


The Essentials of Writing. Part 1

In this segment I will be stating the essentials of writing the best way possible.

Where to start? Well I have been writing since I was around eight years old and now I have reached quarter of a century (For all those that are no good at math, that’s 25 years old.)

I’m not going to lie to you, sometimes writing is not easy. There’s going to be times where you cannot write, your brain just switches off and gives the pen and paper the finger. But there are other times when you have so much circling around in your egg-head that it’s hard to jot down everything at once, welcome to stress.

What I am going to give all of my viewers, which is around twenty of you give or take two; is my fundamental list of The Fundamentals of Writing.

  • Strive for a better story. We all know that nowadays some of the best stories are rehashed versions of someone else’s work. Twilight V’s Romeo & Juliet – “I can’t be with you because I’m part of this family and you can’t be with me because you’re part of that family. Hey, I have an idea where we can be together, it’s called death.” With a twist of words, characters and genre you can create greatness too. But you want to be a different type of writer; you want to become a great writer.
  1. Write from your own experiences to produce something new.
  2. Don’t just read – Study! If you want to become a writer then you must eat, sleep and poop books.
  • I stumbled upon a writer a while ago who got inspired by one of my stories and he wanted to start-up a free blog and begin his writing endeavour. He only wrote around 200 words, it was about a hit & run accident. The overall story was great BUT there was no real vocabulary or details within his story.  Writers breaking into writing often tend to do this; luckily I was young when I went through this stage. For example he wrote.

‘The cars wheels spun really fast and he took off in a chase like form; no one could ever catch him. Not the police or army or god. Make way on this road because a bad man is behind a steering wheel.’

I mean the story is there but there was so much more he could have done to ensure he had a gem on his fingertips.

Each to their own, I gave him a few pointers on how to write and what he must to make sure he doesn’t get trolled online and now his blog is flourishing ever so nicely. Most writers just need to find their niche.

  • No one wants to pick up another book (The Dictionary) when they have no idea the meanings of the words within your book. I mean, live the words, love them, but know your bounds. I’m not saying cancel out all great words, but tone it down and be cautious when and where you put them. If it writes well, keep it! For example, could you imagine if Stephanie Meyers called it Crepuscule instead of Twilight, yeah, it means the same thing, but Twilight has a certain ring to it. Don’t ask me why I am dancing around Twilight tonight, probably because I was made to watch it by my Girlfriend and it’s inhabiting and taking over all my rational thought… Team Jacob 4 lyf!

Thanks for reading. Now hit that like button! Part 2 coming soon.

Keep those pens busy!



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Falling In Love

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Falling In Love

I have finally fell in love and it is about to destroy me on this skyscrapers rooftop.

“Please, get back from the edge!” I shout at her unlistening ears. She has her arms open wide, ready to be caught by deaths grip and be auctioned off to the night at half price for her half-life. She is standing in her spotlight from the night’s sky with the idea of stepping down from her stage to end her final act. The moon is laughing at our light.

“Just look at me; just look at me… please.” The tears free fall from my face. The wind pushes against her, whispering warnings of what is to come as it makes her hair whip and dance. Gravity is the middle man within our triangle but bargaining with his power on his edge, results in death. She must remember me as she is still wearing the white dress I had bought her, if she only she took my arm and we take off to pursue life together again, hand in hand before death do us part. Her heart is cheating beats which is slowly killing her, this is the reasoning behind us being here.

“What will I do if you do this?” I ask her. “You will go on without me.” She replies calmly. This is a nightmare. “But the best dreams happen in real life; don’t you want to be part of that?” She turns her head to the misty rain that has begun to lie upon the horizon making everything distort, life is bleaker than the weather.

“If you do this, food will taste like it has been poisoned, water will seem dry and time will have no hands to save you.” She adds to the rain with her tears.

“Life is like a strand of hair, it can be as long as you want or as short as you need it, isn’t that my decision?” She says quietly to the wind. “In sickness or in Health… I said those words to you and you alone; I never backed away from what I pledged!” I plead to her emotions. So why is this happening. I look at my phone thinking about dialing for help but it is already too late. Love is the killer to the heart, not the sword or arrow but used as a weapon against itself.

“We can get the help, the doctor said there was still time.” I say almost giving up. Whoso findeth a wife, findeth a good thing, but bad things soon follow. I throw my sight to the floor, collapsed eyelids and all.

“Come with me.” She wind-whispers to me, I don’t make eye contact; searching for a new answer to our old problem. Thunder murmurs from behind the black clouds which are passing over head. Weather calls for extreme conditions; angels will fall as the world sits by and listens. I nod slowly, holding back the right thing to say. She holds out the hand I have always held, I walk over and take hold, bringing myself up to her new level of living. I look down, the streets seem like mazes for mice and the people are going about their business, unknowingly.

“We shall take on death together.” I say to her, brushing her hair behind her ear. She wraps her arms around me and presses her head against my chest. “I love you so much. Whither thou goest I will go. That is my purpose.” She says. The destruction of my world is true love I gift upon you, dismantling my heart and sharing the pieces equally between us, who could want more? “I love you too.” I say. We tilt to the side within a deep breath of one another. We fall, still gazing into the eyes we wake up to each morning. It still puts a smile on my face. The roar and scorn of the wind rages passed our ear.

“Any regrets?!” I shout. “Not loving you longer.” She replies. Kissing me as the ground creeps closer. This is how you fall into love.

(Thanks for reading. It was an epic story, wasn’t it?)

Keeping my pen busy….


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