I started writing when I was in college. I started with live journal, which I cannot access now. It was not proper ‘writing’ but it was all blogs and poetry. I always thought that I was not much of a writer, since I am not a good reader also. That’s one of my weakness, maybe. I easily get bored, and among my mom, dad and sis Im the only one who does not enjoy reading books. Although I have read a few already. I have read The Unsinkable Titanic Thompson, it is a book about this gambler and how he does his cons and in the end he got conned. I think it was non fiction. But I cannot remember. Then there was Omerta. It was Mario Puzo’s. The guy who created the Corleone’s. I have also read Love In The Time of Cholera, by Gabriel Marquez. Oh yeah I have read some Hardy Boys, and I do own a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book before. And I own two books today. A book on Creative Advertising and the Love in the Time of Cholera.

As you can see, I do not love books. But I love writing. I did not realize that I now have 2 blogger accounts, both I think I will no longer update, a multiply account which I started as my ‘new’ poetry/blog site but later I realized that it got too crowded. I moved to wordpress also. I am going to stay there, for now at least. I used to write some nice poems, at least I think they are, a few of my friends think so too. Have not done any for a while. I might be making some soon.

My forte, perhaps is love, and love that is painful. I guess that is why I cannot write them now because I am in a good relationship, and I do not feel any pain or confusion anymore. And I sometimes think maybe it is not fair for her if I still write those ’songpoems’ of lost love, and all that. But maybe my girlfriend would understand. And even support me.

Oh I always wanted to write a song. Though I have written a few already, a million of them are in my head. And now that I do not have a guitar it makes it even harder. I lost my touch. Maybe, but there is still hope. I believe that someday I can come up with a really good one. One that will make the world cry. haha

This Article is getting boring and long, and my very own capacity to stay focused is starting to evade me. So I will just have to end it now.


- erik

My website administrator has given me an assignment. I am to write an article and explain why it is that I write. That sounded so simple until I sat staring at this blank expanse of white.

Do you want the dramatic version, or the logical one that almost makes sense; well at least if you know me? Oh heck, I’m just going to start writing and see what comes out.

Let me tell you what I believe about words to begin with, and because I believe some of my most profound statements come out in rhyme that’s how you are going to get them.

What is this place? Why it is SO unique!!

Look, I have eyes, and a face, are those FEET?

There’s a blob on my face. I shall call it a nose.

And those wiggly things on my feet, shall be toes.

There on the keyboard, those must be hands,

connected to the rest, by long bendable bands.

At the end of my hands, are those fingers or toes?

I guess it’s my choice, cause who really knows.

Words were created so people could share,

all the things that they lived with, with others who cared.

If I called that flower, and you called it star,

our conversations wouldn’t go very far.

But until someone said so, who really knew,

if I wore on my foot, an umbrella or shoe?

I hope you get the drift of that poem. I was in a silly mood when I wrote it, and yet it says exactly what I meant it to…that words are the basis of communication, and the commonality of our language allows us to share ideas and learn from one another. And what I do with my writing is take those words and weave them into a poem or a story to communicate to you, or to anyone else interested in reading what passed through my mind.

I write because sometimes I need to release ideas that have formed. Seeing the clarity or confusion of my thoughts on paper helps me to sort them out and figure out exactly how I feel about things. I express my deepest feelings in my poems, and if any of them make you cry you should know that my face was probably wet as well. My dearest friends tell me to write when they know I am in a mood about something, because they know that writing heals me. I can’t tell you why it works that way though I know it does; maybe it’s just a release.

That was the dramatic version. The logical one is that I am better at expressing myself in writing. Not so very long ago I went back to college to attain some academic credentials and also to take any and all classes that would help me become a better writer. To obtain a degree I had to take a speech class. You’d think I would be pretty good with words. I have had poetry readings and I’ve been talking my head off at my kids for 33 years, but put in front of an audience (no matter how small) and all those words I so carefully composed go straight out of my head to God knows where. Nope, I’m not a public speaker. I did discover while taking that class that there are parts of our brains that govern our abilities to use words. In my particular case the area for the spoken word is underdeveloped.

But that’s okay. You put me in front of a keyboard and my fingers take wing, only having trouble keeping up with my brain as I compose.

There’s one other reason I write. As I have gotten just a bit older I’ve realized that it’s all too easy to sit back and keep quiet about something I don’t like as opposed to speaking my mind and kicking up a fuss. But if I don’t speak my mind how is anyone going to know that I don’t like something? And maybe, just maybe, someone else out there agrees with me and is just sitting back and keeping quiet too. Maybe some things do need to be changed, and maybe my words will instigate that change. I’m not worried about being politically correct anymore, and if someone criticizes me for being irrational I just write it off to menopause. (I’ve found that to be a wonderfully effective excuse!)


- Sukhjeet

i am writing a rock musical right now and am stuck on dialoge, stuck lyrics, stuck composing, and i just can’t seem to flood my brain with creative juices! can someone suggest something?! i can’t work because i have nothing to work with, but i need to work. hoe does one remove writers block?!?! HELP! THIS IS MY JOB…
the musical is about a group of misfit teenage boys at an all-boy catholic high school in the mid 60’s/ everyythong at the school is tradition, until a general’s daughter becomes the first girl at the school in 134 years.we fallow these teenagers through hormones, confusion, and change! THE ROCK MUSICAL IS CALLED “CROSSED!”
- Bwaygirl

Copyright (c) 2007 Christine Jones

What is all this talk about style of writing? Hey, it’s your baby, your creation. Are you an individual or a sheep disguised as a human? If we all had the same style of writing, everything classed as literature would be boring. I keep being told there is a formula for writing, a way of doing things, what is “so-called” expected. Sorry, I don’t agree and never will. We are not sheep but individuals.

Of course, whatever we write has to be understood, legible, get over to a reader what we are trying to express. However, research into my own work has proved to me, you cannot please everyone. Trying to please, for whatever reason, only creates confusion, your work losing your spirit, your passion for it and you no longer being a unique individual. I have had people tell me not to change a single word in my books, as they love them so much. Others have said the opposite, advising I add or subtract this or that. Some have even suggested the re-wording of an entire book purely based on their style and understanding of writing. Readers themselves are just as uniquely different; the list of preferences is endless. Although a reader may love a set genre, some like lots of description, some don’t. Some want to know the ins and outs of a character’s mind set, others don’t. Again, the list is endless of what they like and don’t like.

Advice can be beneficial, but before taking it on, always carefully weigh it up. Of course, I am always happy for someone to point out a spelling mistake, even punctuation. However, ask yourself, is this advice truly relevant to the genre and the way I express myself? Will it enhance or spoil what I’m trying to convey as a writer and as an individual? Am I changing my creation because I want to be liked and hoping to get outside validation from others? Am I making changes due to fears of appearing ungrateful if I don’t comply? Am I making changes, because those advising me are classed as professionals and I’m a nobody? Dig deep into yourself, we are all equals, whether Joe Blogs the garbage man or C.S Lewis. Someone, somewhere is going to be thrilled with what you write, but most of all, you have to love your work and how you have expressed it.

There is literature hidden in draws, on computers and can be found on the Internet, which are just as good as those called best sellers. The difference is marketing, another article in itself. So be you, write what you want to write, be free to express yourself. You want to write a story, poem etc, forget what mum, dad, aunts, uncles, agents, publishers etc are going to think, just write from the heart and you will be surprised what comes to you and what you can achieve.

Everyone has been rejected in one form or another; it is what you do with it that makes the difference. Writers can plaster walls with rejection slips; ask J.R Rowlings, Steven King, C.S. Lewis all best selling authors. Did they give up on a work they put their heart and soul into, obviously not. What agents and publishers, having rejected these authors, wished they hadn’t and are kicking themselves over their blunder and yes, I call it blunder. These authors proved so-called “professionals” wrong!

You also have to take into consideration genre. Though I am multi genre, I do prefer to write fantasy, sci/fi. Some readers have told me that fantasy and sci/fi is not a genre they like; however, after reading my book became hooked. I use to hate poetry, now I like it. People’s tastes change all the time. Back again to being an individual, not a sheep dressed up as a human.


- Christine Jones