The Best Writing tips:

"Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it" - John Green.

This quote describes me well, as i'm sure it applies to a lot of writers.  I'm usually a shy person, and kept my writings to myself, out of fear of rejection or being made fun of.  But thanks to a friend's suggestion, I decided to start blogging. 

What I did first, though, is write down every possible tip I could find about writing. I think a part of me was stalling, because sometimes beginnings are scary. 

So here are some Writing Tips that I found helpful. Hope you like them!

1. Write everyday, even if only for a minute
2. Don't write to impress others
3. Remain true to yourself and what you believe
4. Use a pen and paper, staring at a screen sucks your creativity
5. You don't have to start at the beginning
6. Abandon the idea that you will ever finish
7. You won't and can't please everyone
8. Reading books will help you become a better writer
9. Don't be afraid to write about ordinary things
10. Write things about your Character (Keep it to yourself) that the reader will never know. Helps you create the character.
11. There is going to be many rewrites, no one can right a perfect chapter in the first sit down. 
12. Last but not least:  Enjoy your story! If you find it boring, chances are your reader will too.

I hope you find this helpful! Let me know if you have any tips you might want me to add!

Losing Me

Just the beginning of a story i'm writing, should i continue?




Charles Bukowski once wrote: "We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us"

As inspiring as those words are, they are also depressing. How can one live in such a way? As a child I dreamed of dragons, Kings and trees that spoke, I imagined mighty men and books that could show you magic. The world was at my fingertips. When exactly does that feeling go away? When did the dragons die and the mighty men perish? 
Maybe it was while I was busy at school or starting to notice boys. Slowly, quietly, the light in my eyes, the magic, got dimmer. 

I guess at some point, or maybe little by little, reality starts to creep in. Priorities change and innocence is lost. 

Now at twenty my creativity is nearly gone, as is my innocence. Was it possible to be so young and feel as if my life has passed me by? 

I stood in a now empty room, where I had spent most of my childhood. The pink wallpaper was peeling and there was a mark on the floor where my dresser used to be. So many memories dwindled down to this moment.  This moment is the moment i'm never going to forget. 

This is the moment where I leave my childhood home, the place where all my memories are, at least the ones that are worth keeping, and never come back. 

The last piece of my family.

The beep outside, told me, my cab was here. This was it. I was a afraid, but i remember what my Mother had always said, there can't be courage without fear.

Here goes nothing...



To be continued.....