Please remember that these are just my thoughts, at the end of the day whatever you decide is the right answer!
Initial hook: love it
Storyline: if the muse could speak...what would it sound like?
Setting: the mind
Atmosphere/Tone: reflection, biographical, ardent
Dialogue: speaker is speaking both to them-self out loud AND to the reader
What I liked: it is also a passion that needs to be nurtured, to such an effect that it sets our spirits soar in blissful state, and it stirs aglow emotional embers that would give life to these stories... forming multi-colored snowflake-like shapes of stories and ideas.
I can even see my feelings when I heard about it in vibrant colors.
A few comments/suggestions I had:
(Original quotes will be in black, any changes or suggestions I'll make in blue to make it clear)
only waiting to rot into oblivion.
that was my predicament pre-WDC, now I at least have a place to put things and get/gain encouragement for more
my friend suggested I submit my compositions to a certain local paper without pay. “A literary contribution without pay is worthless,” I told her. But now I’m going to make a retraction.
I have no qualms with getting published for free, I just need to sit and DO it; case in point, my mom suggested writing to the local paper about the increase in the likelihood of me being pooled over during holidays, especially when I have a passenger
the vital benefit that they can impart to the readers.
not to mention, the free publicity
I often found myself toying with the thought of how exhilarating it must be to create such realms for mental and emotional festivities and to be able touch others’ lives with my stories
exactly! I don't have to be a Rowling, but it would be nice to be a Pierce or a Sands....
I came across an invitation from one of the country’s leading magazines to contribute some viewpoints on certain topics.
I'm doing that now with bubblews but I'd like to respond to an interesting topic for an actual magazine...
Sadly, for many years, my writing career hibernated, like a seed covered with a blanket of snow in winter, and during all those years, I felt as though the poetical river inside me that kept me animated got drained, making my life dry. But amid that aridity, that passion kept burning, though it remained confined within me for many years.
it's funny, I felt that way before WDC and after I stopped LiveJournal, but now I'm starting to feel that way again because I'm not taking the time to finish a novel or get published, so much work to do...so little time
I have to let out the whirlwind of emotions that are locked up within myself. I have messages to tell the whole world, messages of hope, comfort and inspiration derived from my own experiences. I must not allow such beautiful thoughts get dispersed among the cosmic dusts of the universe without having a chance for them to settle within the human hearts and breathe life to them.
indeed, I've always said that EVERYONE has a unique story worth telling and worth listening to
in Thomas Gray’s
Full many a
in Thomas Gray's what? what's the title of that poem?
Hope this helped! Great job on a great piece of readable art!!!
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