In this article I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of writing are more enjoyable than others.
How To Enjoy Writing
I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced or particularly planned manner. If you find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all you need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.
I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few seconds of keeping an alert space open in my mind, an idea – whoosh! – comes in to fill it that void.
Meditative Writing
In general I like to take the principles of meditation into my writing work. Allow, don't force. Flow, don't push. Let the writing almost seem to write itself, flowing out of your hands as if it were moving of its own accord, and you were only the piping for it to flow through!
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When you force or overly plan your writing, it's less like it's flowing through you and more like you are “efforting” the words into existence. This way isn't fun, doesn't feel light or joyful, and the finished product is generally not as creative, exciting, or authentic as an expression of who you are.
The funnest way to write is to have your words be an expression of who you are. Don't overthink them. Don't deliberate. Just be – onto the page. If you're feeling a sense of great power and creativity coming out of you, you're on the write track!
Trying To Please Your English Teacher
Don't fall into the trap of “trying to please your English teacher”. English teachers look for a certain sort of writing to praise and give high marks. They have a certain sort of advice about what constitutes good writing. The only problem is, this isn't what people in the real world like to read!
People in the real world like to read clear, simple, easy to digest information. They like a style which is easy on their eyes, and are generally not trying to analyse the deepest motivation of the author.
Most of all people are looking to get some kind of value out of your writing – be it recreation, information, both, or something else. Know what your readers want – or at the very least know what sort of valuable thing you want to do with your writing – and do that thing. Don't get stuck in words or structure on the way.
Structure In Writing
In general, very little structure is needed.
Add in some headings for ease of reading – perhaps after you have written your piece. Keep paragraphs and sentences short. You want your readers to be able to digest your writing easily.
Add some pictures when possible (especially for web writing) to make the writing seem friendlier and less intimidating to read.
Perhaps the opposite of what your English teachers would say. Make your writing easy.
Enjoying Writing
In general I'd say the best way to enjoy writing is to have fun with it and don't take it so seriously. You can seriously help people with your writing, yes – but a joke or a light-hearted style wouldn't go amiss.
You might have to adapt to your medium if you're writing for a magazine, but yeah. For your blog? Write fun, write light, and write lots
.
How To Enjoy Writing
I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced or particularly planned manner. If you find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all you need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.
I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few seconds of keeping an alert space open in my mind, an idea – whoosh! – comes in to fill it that void.
Meditative Writing
In general I like to take the principles of meditation into my writing work. Allow, don't force. Flow, don't push. Let the writing almost seem to write itself, flowing out of your hands as if it were moving of its own accord, and you were only the piping for it to flow through!
Source: Image For How To Enjoy Writing
When you force or overly plan your writing, it's less like it's flowing through you and more like you are “efforting” the words into existence. This way isn't fun, doesn't feel light or joyful, and the finished product is generally not as creative, exciting, or authentic as an expression of who you are.
The funnest way to write is to have your words be an expression of who you are. Don't overthink them. Don't deliberate. Just be – onto the page. If you're feeling a sense of great power and creativity coming out of you, you're on the write track!
Trying To Please Your English Teacher
Don't fall into the trap of “trying to please your English teacher”. English teachers look for a certain sort of writing to praise and give high marks. They have a certain sort of advice about what constitutes good writing. The only problem is, this isn't what people in the real world like to read!
People in the real world like to read clear, simple, easy to digest information. They like a style which is easy on their eyes, and are generally not trying to analyse the deepest motivation of the author.
Most of all people are looking to get some kind of value out of your writing – be it recreation, information, both, or something else. Know what your readers want – or at the very least know what sort of valuable thing you want to do with your writing – and do that thing. Don't get stuck in words or structure on the way.
Structure In Writing
In general, very little structure is needed.
Add in some headings for ease of reading – perhaps after you have written your piece. Keep paragraphs and sentences short. You want your readers to be able to digest your writing easily.
Add some pictures when possible (especially for web writing) to make the writing seem friendlier and less intimidating to read.
Perhaps the opposite of what your English teachers would say. Make your writing easy.
Enjoying Writing
In general I'd say the best way to enjoy writing is to have fun with it and don't take it so seriously. You can seriously help people with your writing, yes – but a joke or a light-hearted style wouldn't go amiss.
You might have to adapt to your medium if you're writing for a magazine, but yeah. For your blog? Write fun, write light, and write lots
.
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick grass beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark wolf exclaimed enthusiastically, his fur flickering like shadows, “No wolf will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! You cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to move now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
~Let You Go~
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of you or my sanity
I'm lost not found ~ I wanted to show you , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will you believe me?
If I love you again will you never leave me?
I made a mistake when I said no
I never should have let you go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent reading your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back or my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved you and I think you knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of you or my sanity
I'm lost not found ~ I wanted to show you , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will you believe me?
If I love you again will you never leave me?
I made a mistake when I said no
I never should have let you go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent reading your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back or my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved you and I think you knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me
I'm lost now without you
I don't know where you are
I keep watching
I keep hoping
but time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring you back home?
Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay
If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring you back home?
To me...
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LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good or not before I submit it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear love you once were a shining ray.
In my eyes you meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about you is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your love is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our love is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would love to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our love has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our love left it took you along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying love was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me love would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
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My dear love you once were a shining ray.
In my eyes you meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about you is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your love is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our love is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would love to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our love has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our love left it took you along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying love was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me love would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
He didn’t want money or fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved by someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the knife against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.