Post by athornontherose on Nov 22, 2008 22:36:19 GMT -5
Bri Neves sits in her chair, staring at the bright red screen in front of her. She has decided to write an introductory post to the Creative Writing club message boards.
"I must compose a brilliant masterpiece," she tells herself as she thinks intently. "but I also must not bore my readers."
She begins...
I am a purple dragon who lives in the sky because the castle was dark, lonely, and cold. So, in search of a greater light and a more open sun, I flew into the sky, leaving the rusty stone and murky water behind. Here I am, alive and well, resting atop a fluffy cloud. When the rains come in, I never fear, because I know that inside of me, the fire is still alive, whether I can breathe it from my mouth or not.
"Why do I never make sense when I try to write fantasy?" Bri asks herself.
"Because you mainly write realistic fiction." Bri answers, "You only wish you could write fantasy."
Bri studies the floor, fiddling with her slip-on shoe. "Oh." she sighs, dejected.
"You also don't really write short stories as often as you should." Bri continued. "You write too much poetry. And it's all starting to sound the same."
With this constructive criticism, Bri understands what she must do.
My name is--
"Stop! The beginning of that sentence is too plain!"
I am--
"Have you learned nothing?"
Bri Neves sighs, doubting that her readers could ever find the time to read her introductory post. Ruffling her hair with her fingers, she thinks once more.
"What can I write that will amaze them? What exactly should I say? What are the right words for me to use? Where should I start?" she asks herself.
I'm not very brilliant. But I'm not stupid either. Writing is a PASSION, not a "hobby", and something I plan to do for the rest of my life. I am seventeen years old, a writer, a singer, and performer. I write poetry, lyrics, short stories, plays, and experiment with pretty much everything else. I am the only person I know of who is terribly insecure, yet terribly conceited at the same time. I am a compulsive editor and generally a grammar Nazi, although I make my mistakes too. I don't like it when people are closed-minded or rude to other people. I also don't like large crowds or loud noises. I love jazz, classic rock, 60s, 70s, 80s, and classical music. My favorite artists include the Carpenters, Judy Garland, Dean Martin Ella Fitzgerald, Queen, Sarah Vaughan, Led Zeppelin, Liza Minnelli, and several others I've forgotten. In my spare time, you'll usually find me either writing or listening to my iPod.
"Stop!" Bri halts herself. "Nothing you've said is interesting. You sound like any normal person. No one wants to read a boring introduction about a normal person. I think you were closer to captivating your readers when you spoke of being a purple dragon."
"But I'm not a purple dragon." Bri says simply. "I am a person and I write for myself. If the readers don't like me they can close my book. Or in this case, close the window of this website."
So, writers remember, the moral of the story is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS write for yourself.
And, by the way, hey. My name is Bri.
I write because I breathe. I breathe because I write.
And I'm not exactly normal...
"I must compose a brilliant masterpiece," she tells herself as she thinks intently. "but I also must not bore my readers."
She begins...
I am a purple dragon who lives in the sky because the castle was dark, lonely, and cold. So, in search of a greater light and a more open sun, I flew into the sky, leaving the rusty stone and murky water behind. Here I am, alive and well, resting atop a fluffy cloud. When the rains come in, I never fear, because I know that inside of me, the fire is still alive, whether I can breathe it from my mouth or not.
"Why do I never make sense when I try to write fantasy?" Bri asks herself.
"Because you mainly write realistic fiction." Bri answers, "You only wish you could write fantasy."
Bri studies the floor, fiddling with her slip-on shoe. "Oh." she sighs, dejected.
"You also don't really write short stories as often as you should." Bri continued. "You write too much poetry. And it's all starting to sound the same."
With this constructive criticism, Bri understands what she must do.
My name is--
"Stop! The beginning of that sentence is too plain!"
I am--
"Have you learned nothing?"
Bri Neves sighs, doubting that her readers could ever find the time to read her introductory post. Ruffling her hair with her fingers, she thinks once more.
"What can I write that will amaze them? What exactly should I say? What are the right words for me to use? Where should I start?" she asks herself.
I'm not very brilliant. But I'm not stupid either. Writing is a PASSION, not a "hobby", and something I plan to do for the rest of my life. I am seventeen years old, a writer, a singer, and performer. I write poetry, lyrics, short stories, plays, and experiment with pretty much everything else. I am the only person I know of who is terribly insecure, yet terribly conceited at the same time. I am a compulsive editor and generally a grammar Nazi, although I make my mistakes too. I don't like it when people are closed-minded or rude to other people. I also don't like large crowds or loud noises. I love jazz, classic rock, 60s, 70s, 80s, and classical music. My favorite artists include the Carpenters, Judy Garland, Dean Martin Ella Fitzgerald, Queen, Sarah Vaughan, Led Zeppelin, Liza Minnelli, and several others I've forgotten. In my spare time, you'll usually find me either writing or listening to my iPod.
"Stop!" Bri halts herself. "Nothing you've said is interesting. You sound like any normal person. No one wants to read a boring introduction about a normal person. I think you were closer to captivating your readers when you spoke of being a purple dragon."
"But I'm not a purple dragon." Bri says simply. "I am a person and I write for myself. If the readers don't like me they can close my book. Or in this case, close the window of this website."
So, writers remember, the moral of the story is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS write for yourself.
And, by the way, hey. My name is Bri.
I write because I breathe. I breathe because I write.
And I'm not exactly normal...