Date: 2017-04-21 19:03
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I wrote much of the book’s first draft longhand while working at a bookstore. We played, mostly, the local public classical radio station. I recall a lot of Edvard Grieg, Bach, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, and Beethoven
Don 8767 t worry too much about plotting or outlining beforehand. You can do that once you know you have a story to tell in the first place. Your first draft is a discovery process. You are like an archeologist digging an ancient city out of the clay. You might have a few clues about where your city is buried beforehand, but you don 8767 t know what it will look like until it 8767 s unearthed.
I find that the experiences of novelists in terms of their writing process, is true of my much less interesting process as well, when I’m writing scholarly or academic pieces or even when I’m writing pieces that I know are destined for Web publications I think differently, and write differently with a pen in hand. As Joe Hill says :
I agree as well, and I think the writer could definitely benefit from varying sentence lengths, I found it made the story a bit monotone since it seems to be unintentional.
I am doing this for a school assignment and I would really appreciate any help or opinions.
The once clear star-dotted sky is now shrouded in darkness. The dry gravel is now a small stream. The roaring engines are now a distant buzz and the cool breeze is now a fierce raging animal. I am stuck here in my worst nightmare!
This is AMAZING! Thank you so much. You were right I even had fun while writing my synopsis because this format is so helpful.
Finally I turned around and standing there, holding some sort of stick with glowing
engravings on it, was Smitty. “I said I owed you one.”
“G’morning” I replied. I wasn’t in the mood of choosing matching clothes so I just grabbed the first thing in my sight, a shirt and some jeans. Slowly, I walked down the stairs and saw my mom.