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A writer in a writer’s forum posed the question: “To all the writers out there, be honest. Is writing really worth it? If yeah, how did you realise that you wanted to be a writer?” I enjoyed writing from a very young age and have had teachers and one publisher tell me I have a
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“Gazing out over the water meadow and the reeds blowing in the gentle breeze, she picked up her brush. Dipping the brush into the water in her jar and then into a tiny cake of paint, she passed swift brushstrokes over the page filling in light and shadows on the face she had sketched. She
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In a Self-publishing support group, writer Elizabeth Conte says:“We writers write. That is what we love and do. But, in today’s marketing people want to know you as a writer and a person. Many of us don’t like to talk about ourselves, or put our faces in 5 sec. videos. We just want to write
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“After his eyes traced her movement down the aisle on her father’s arm, Alton seemed distracted and preoccupied, his attention wandering rather than focusing on the promise they were meant to share. Even when the exchange of vows and rings approached, his mind seemed elsewhere.” Excerpt From: Dee Harper Lewis-A Misalliance with Love.
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I would reach back in time and invite Jane Austin and the Brontë sisters. I’m sure the conversation would be very lively.
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An aspiring author posed a complicated question about writing in the English language when that is not your native tongue. They had a story they passionately wanted to tell and wanted opinions about the pros and cons of using Chatgpt or having an editor help ‘beautify’ the text. What a dilemma! I do think the
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“His eyes swept the room, taking in the fetching bouquet of debutantes in their brightly colored afternoon party frocks. Their hues mimicked those in a garden—rose pink, mossy green, bluebell, lilac, sunflower yellow, and water blue. His eyes came to rest on the champagne curls of the girl sitting beside Lady Penelope Haverford.” Excerpt From:
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“After dinner, Rosie decided to introduce Sinclair to the intricacies of mahjong, and they laughed and engaged in friendly banter. Sinclair couldn’t help but notice how graceful her movements were as her slender fingers carefully placed her pieces. The wicked smile in her eyes and the champagne curls that escaped their pins and rested softly
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Someone in a writer’s group posed the question – Does your main character need to have an intense motivation for something? What does your character want? The Op’s dilemma was that her character didn’t want anything – until the end. It seems to me lack of clear motivation means the character is on a journey
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In one of my writer’s forums, the topic was- how much description does a reader want? The questioner disliked descriptive detail unnecessary to the plot, preferring to let their own imagination build the scene and populate the character attributes. I found this very interesting, and the commenters to this post either loved as much detail
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DEE HARPER LEWIS 