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And of course, the initial reaction to a Название like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, или even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why and how Ты should get other people interested in what Ты have to say.

Lesson One: Everyone Judges Книги By Their Covers

When you're looking to purchase a book in a store, there are several things that a publisher does in order to get Ты to buy their book over everyone else's. The most important of these is the cover. It's unfair, and completely against that Популярное proverb, but a cover is the first thing that a person sees when examining a book. Indeed, a cover can even convince Ты to pull the book off the shelf for further examination. That's hook one-- you've caught they're interest, and now Ты have to keep them on the line.

But how do Ты initially hook a reader when you're just turning in a manuscript? Ты don't have a fancy cover to catch their eye, and it's unwise to tweak the font and draw pretty Цветы in the margins in order to make your work stand out more. What will catch the eye of your publisher is your title. If it's one they haven't heard before, and it's clever, it will convince them to read the first few sentences. So the first most important thing Ты can do to get your publisher's attention is inventing a catchy title. If your Название is dull and does not invoke anything in your reader, than that's it, you're done. Your manuscript, however awesome it may be, will not get read. So great titles are paramount.

Lesson Two: Summarizing Genius

The секунда thing a potential book-buyer looks at when browsing for a book is the summary on the back of it. If the summarized plot sounds intriguing, odds are the book shopper will begin to seriously consider purchasing the book. I'm sure that you've bought Книги before, so Ты know how important a good summary can be.

When submitting a manuscript for publication, Ты don't have the luxury of providing a professionally crafted summary for them to read first. Sometimes Ты might get lucky and be asked to provide an "abstract" for the piece, but not always. So what's the important thing about a manuscript? The first paragraph. The first paragraph, normally exposition (though not always), is the first thing that tells your reader what your story is all about. Ты don't have to sacrifice exposition, though, in order to make it action-packed. If the Письмо is clever, Ты can make the most boring of exposition interesting and mysterious. It's always good to pose a Вопрос to the reader in the first paragraph that's answered later in the piece, because the reader will actively Поиск for that answer. Mystery is a great hook, so don't give everything away in your exposition.

Consider this famous beginning: "Marley was dead: to begin with."

In that single sentence we know that: A) someone has died and B) that fact might change in the future. This raises several Вопросы like "How did he die?" "Who's Marley?" and "To begin with?" Ты see how one sentence can easily begin to create the world your reader will eventually be sucked into?

Lesson Three: Buzz

Authors, be they well-established или not, often have other writers and journalists write blurbs for their books. This is the third thing a reader looks at just before she decides which one of the three Книги she's picked out based on cover and summary she wants to buy. A blurb written by an established author, или a respected periodical could be the final point that seals the deal. If the reader doesn't trust those words, she always has the sage Совет of her Друзья to depend on.

Unfortunately, it's the publisher who contacts the other literati in order to obtain blurbs for your story. That means then that Ты have to convince the publisher that your story is worthy of superfluous praise. So how do Ты do that? Ты have a catchy title, a great beginning... How do Ты печать the deal?

It's simple: If the publisher has read the complete first page of your story, it is far еще likely that he will read until the end of it. That means that in order to печать the deal, Ты have to have-- Ты guessed it-- an incredible story! Or, at least, a marketable story (there is a difference between quality and marketability, but that's another article). This means that Ты have to have rising conflict, a climax, and a clever conclusion. Or, if you're an avant-guarde writer, at least something startlingly unique, even if it doesn't follow the usual format of a successful story.

The Point

I know what you're thinking. Basically, I've told Ты that in order to get people to care about what Ты have to say, Ты have to say something worthwhile, and Ты know what, that is exactly what I'm saying. I'm going to be honest with Ты guys-- When I see Статьи uploaded to this spot или the Creative Outlet spot, if the Название doesn't interest me, I don't even look at it. If I do look at it, the first line/paragraph has to keep my interest. By that point, it's far еще likely I'll read to the end, because I've already invested a good amount of time into the story.

Generic Письмо and Поэзия about love, hate, angst, death, beauty and destruction are a dime a dozen. That doesn't mean Ты can't write about these things, just do so creatively. Use your poetic talents to transform the mundane into a singularity. Work on editing and revising your Поэзия and short stories to make them еще effective. Think of the point you're trying to get across and reread your work a few weeks later to see if it had the effect Ты were going for. If not, it needs to be revised. Take constructive criticism to heart. If someone takes the time to critique, they aren't doing it to be mean, they're trying to help you. No one gets it perfect in the first draft, not even the late great Charles Dickens. And everyone needs some tips on how to improve their work.

So keep these three things in mind: Good title, effective beginning, and unique story. If Ты remember these, getting published will be significantly less difficult. Good luck on your future submissions, and I hope this was helpful.
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Остаться в живых them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun огонь and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy огонь whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the кобура and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few еще blocks a крейсер gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
posted by para-scence
Inspired by the song, "Circle" by Flyleaf. :)

"His сердце ripped out to Показать me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My сердце was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, быстрый, стремительный, свифт breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page by page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my рубашка which was red as my own dear mother's вишня sweet lips. I zipped up my юбка it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I сказал(-а) I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me Главная that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was еще than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I Любовь you"
And he сказал(-а) that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the Любовь that I had
And one день he took me Главная to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the Вопрос which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Black moon
Edward left me. edward left me. I couldn’t cope with it how could he leave me? he loved me didn’t he? I was subbing so hard that I couldn’t breath I was picturing his hard emotionless face when he told me he never loved me или wanted me every time I thought about him I subbed harder, my hole body was shaking, it was raining and my hole body was wet I was freezing but I didn’t care I rather die than live without him.im crazy the guy left me and I don’t want to live without him!
My body was freezing and my head was about to explode when I heard someone calling my name
-Bella,Bella,Bella….....
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. Ты must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me или Вампиры или warer Волки или shape- shifters или witches. Ты see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it или I'm dead. By law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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Then the guard gives (flora, musa, aisha, nabu, riven, and helia food).

diana's guard: here is some Еда (specifaclly leaves)

flora: dont Ты think diana was way to specific, she told her friends.

(everyone starts eating except for flora)

helia: whats wrong flora arent Ты going to eat something.

flora: dont Ты guys think that guard was way to specific with our food.

nabu: your right but why would diana put something in the food? she obviously wants to talk to us and we need our strength или we'll starve to death.

flora: im still not eating

aisha: flora please dont be stubborn

flora: im not being stubborn...
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I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the постель, кровати and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were Ты going? Ты need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the постель, кровати but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? Ты have nowhere to go....
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( Hi I am here with another story. In this where ever is ‘I’ please consider yourself there )
Mei was busy with her laptop, Tia and Rocket were sitting in a corner D’jok and Thank were enjoying funny performance of Micro Ice. Ahito was sleeping and I was sitting in one corner waiting for Sinned. There was a loud sound coming from another room. Arch was scolding Sinned for his deeds he did in match. When he came he was a bit angry but when I went there he looked with his caring eyes and сказал(-а) “hey l’ll sis I’ll come to take you. Till then live here coz my life is kinda unsettled…”...
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I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was еще in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not медведь it any еще and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had сказал(-а) to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....
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