And for all you…

soliek, if your stories/novels are high in dialogue like mine, I’d probably really enjoy them :). So these meetings you go to, can you explain how it works? Are there other Jews there, do you show your Jewish writing? Do you critique their writing?

thanx queen bee, mp, and soliek! your advice is amazing!

queen bee – its funny cuz i usually write many stories all at once! sometimes inspiration comes that doesnt fit to a story i started so i simply start a new one! watever comes to my head hits the paper. i dont really write in order… even when i was in highschool writing and essay 🙂 also i dont really get bored because the plot is boring rather – how many times can you read the same book, even one that you like? also to me nothing is perfect simply because i wrote it so i see mistakes – sort of like when i cook, to me it never tastes right (too much x, needs more y…) but no one else knows what i am talking about! so i guess i better stop with the rereads and just continue… and you guys are right – characters do have a mind of their own!

mp- you are soooo right about keeping things simple! i dont really use too many metaphors and stuff like that in my stories – i save that stuff for poetry and music. the polishing that i spend hours doing is trying to keep things simple – i tend to talk in circles that dont make much sence to anyone but me 🙂 and since i LOVE writing fantasy my characters usually end up in some sort of mess that neads a crazy twist to get them out of trouble – so i keep thinking “does this make sence? would this actually work?” oh, and thanx for the welcome! yes i have been away for the holidays…

soliek- what you said makes perfect sence, i totaly know what you mean! i try to NEVER force writing – the reader can ALWAYS tell when the author was trying too hard! i know those are the books that i put down after the first chapter! and i usually ignore grammar completely lol! as for dialogue that is most of my writing 🙂 i should really write a play…

but i really dont know if i can show pple my writing BEFORE its done… i have a hard time showing it when it IS done… then everyone will know just how twisted my thinking process is lol! but i guess if i never do i’ll never learn right?

BTW NaNoWriMo takes place all year or only in november?

thanks again everyone!!!

will do, thanks! 🙂

“an esteemed writer” – wow! thanks onegoal! but i dont think i would call myself that! 😀 thanks for the complement!

and i am definitely looking forword to reading more from you! have fun!

Here is a little story that I just made up. I didn’t realize how long it was so I cut it short a bit at the end.

As he trudged through the dark damp forest, Andrew felt pain shooting through his arm. It had been a close call with the grizzly, but he had survived with minor injuries. As he moved forward he stepped through some brush, and was out of the forest. He gazed upon the vast horizon, all he could see was tall grass and some small trees that looked dead and fragile. He started making his way through the grass but stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a small run down house, that looked like it hadn’t been inhabited in at least five decades. It was getting dark and looked like there may be a storm coming so he figured he’d head to the house and stay there for the night. As he was settling down to go to sleep he heard a noise. No doubt this was a bear. After his last incident Andrew had no interest in having a confrontation wit a bear of any type. He picked up his knife and cautiously made his way to the cracked weathered door. He peered through a small crack and saw the figure of a small boy approaching. Andrew’s mind raced. He called out “Who’s there?” several times, but got no answer. Andrew opened the door, there stood the young boy, he had scrapes and cuts all over him and blood was running from his nose. In all of his twelve years as a hiker, Andrew had never met anyone during his hike. He sat the boy down and wet a rag with warm water. He wiped the boy’s wounds and cleaned his face, then he asked him who he was and what he was doing here, miles from civilization. The boy said he was in an off road vehicle with his father, and they had been driving for several miles and he had fallen asleep. He awoke to find himself flying through his windshield. He landed in a small bush about ten feet from the car that was by now in flames. He saw his father in the car but he did not look conscious. Flames were engulfing the car and for that it might explode, he ran and ran until he was a safe distance from it. The car blew up moment later, and even at his distance the boy was knocked to his feet. He was miserable, his father was gone and he was lost miles away from any other human. He walked and walked until he reached this house and met Andrew. Andrew had lost his father the same way just six months earlier and he knew how hard it was to lose someone so close, so fast. He talked with the boy for a while and tried to relieve him of some of his pain. They then went to sleep and hoped to wake up to a nice better day. The next day Andrew awoke to find the boy already up and getting dressed. They hiked together following a map closely so as not to make any wrong turns. By nightfall they had arrived back in the small town in which the boy lived. As the walked up the boy’s front steps, his mother came out and greeted him with a long warm hug, and with tears in her eyes she told him how the forest patrol had found the car and assumed that both it’s occupants were dead. She was so relieved to have him home safely. Two days later when Andrew got home he packed up his gear for good, and decided he was done with hiking. They all lived happily ever after. (except for the dad who died hapily ever after)

onegoal, I didn’t realize you put up your story. I really enjoyed it! Maybe try adding in some dialogue between Andrew and the boy? I think the story would really pop out :). Good work and keep writing!