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Need help putting your ideas on paper? [24 May 2010|01:47pm]


There ARE classes available to those of you who would like to learn how to ghost write, and there are services if you would rather have help writing your story; Here's a link to a commercial for a local ghost writing course you can sign up for.!v=wGM2ZR-ODmM&playnext_from=TL&videos=4WAMfHocdaY

I thought this might help some of you out, since you can visit the website and even hire someone else to ghost write a story for you (basically you tell them your ideas, and they turn it into a book, but the final product will have YOUR name on it, and no mention of the ghost writer.) The price of the Ghost Writing service includes publishing, so you can take your little idea and eventually get it printed, bound, and ready to sell in book stores, online, or wherever you want!
When you call or sign up for the classes, make sure to mention the video! :)

The classes are based in California, but you can participate over the phone if that is more convenient!
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[22 Apr 2008|09:19am]

Hi everyone, I'm a new member to this community and I'm an aspiring writer. I know it's only my first post but I'd like to share a piece of the latest story I've been working on. It's meant for young adults, a story about the lives of 6 very different high school seniors who all have a different dilemma on their hands. They were all a part of a terrible school scandal that happened just the year before. Now things are changing for all of them, and they struggle to deal with their problems, as well as falling in and out of love. All their paths cross in some kind of way and their all kinda connected. If you like books about teen drama I think you'll like this story of mine, and I urge you to check it out and please tell me what you think. Thanks :) 


Query Letters [25 Feb 2006|10:44pm]

Eek. I'm ready to send off query letters to publishers. Adive? Tips? Good names/email addresses/ real addresses to use? The book is a non-fiction book about unplanned pregnancy in adult professional women.
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PUBLISH-TIHS.COM "the site where authors and publishers meet" [16 Aug 2005|02:31pm]
darkzeer is an interactive website with the goal of giving Authors the opportunity to get their work in front of the people that matter.

Our website has undergone some vital changes to bring you a free, efficient and more personalised service.

Authors are able to submit their work quickly and easily, whilst Publishers and Agents are able to browse these submissions with equal ease in their hunt for new talent.

How Our Site Works: in a Nutshell
You, the author, sign up for a free account. You are able to submit your work. Once you have filled out the submission form, your submission will be listed under New Titles and will be available for publishers and agents to browse.

You may also submit your work specifically to a number of featured publishers and agents that wish to receive email. There is information available on these publishers and agents, allowing you to know what they are looking for and increase your chances of success. And we look forward to seeing you succeed.

For more information visit us at or contact us at

[03 Jul 2005|07:12pm]

I'm new to this community, but not to writing.

I am in need of feedback on some poems that I have.
^ that is the link to my first collection that I have online.

And comments or feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you!

[02 Jan 2005|03:20pm]


delete if must.

hey all, i've started my own community for young writers. take a look, although it has just opened



e-book self publishing... [02 Jan 2005|11:20am]

Rightie-o. I am toying with the idea of self-publishing my book in both hard-copy (using and e-book here goes..

1) Does anyone know of free software and understandable tutorials for e-book creation?
2) How can you lock down (or whatever the jargon is) e-books so that its difficult for the file to be copy-able by pirates (arrrrrrr)? I know about the copyright laws and stuff, I am thinking technical stuff, like making computer files un-copyable.

umm yes... guaranteed that I will think of something else to ask when I press the "update journal" button :D.. so helpful comments about any other aspect of e-books or self-publishing in any form etc are also welcome...

Thanksies for your help..

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storyfusion [14 Jul 2004|11:29am]

This is an experimental page for an ongoing communal narrative (or anti-narrative) which can include any narrative (or non-narrative) form such as prose, poetry, lists, scripts, tables, images and surveys, etc. It is intended for anyone willing and interested in contributing to an ongoing piece of art (with periodic digressions). There are no restrictions but that contributions be a part of the ongoing story. It is hoped to develop a fusion of widely varied voices and styles and media within a somewhat coherent framework. The ridiculous is highly welcome. Please edit your contributions.

The idea is that the story is not planned, it evolves. So, if one writer or artist introduces a character or theme the next writer or artist can develop it, or not, as she or he chooses, as long as there is some kind of coherent link that makes it 'readable' (in the broadest sense of a readable 'text').

The idea partly came from a party scene in Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, where characters' personalities are developed, and contemporary reading habits explored, through a joint storytelling game. I was thinking along the lines of Pynchon or Rabelais or Perec or something anti-novelistic when I thought of doing this, but perhaps an avante-garde soap opera could also be an apt description. I am reminded of a drawing game I learned in primary school where each child draws a section of a body, folds it over to conceal it, and passes the page onto another child who contributes the next section, and so on, until the page ends and an inconsistent creature is revealed which doesn't conform to any kind mould other than that the pieces fit together. Also think: serial, like Dickens or Conan-Doyle, where each contribution to a larger story is written periodically (The Pickwick Papers), or each short story contributes to a larger reality (the myth of Sherlock Holmes), but with different authors (as in a television series) and, of course, with different media.

Illustrators, digital artists, graphic novelists, photographers, cartoonists, poets, writers of any genre, scriptwriters, non-fiction writers, copywriters, painters, embroiderers, sculptors, artists of any description are welcome and encouraged to participate.

[28 Jun 2004|06:02pm]

My name is Rose and I just joined this community this week. If you want to know more about me, you can check out my user info. :)

I'm posting because I wrote a novel this year (about 130 pages) and am interested in getting it published but I have no idea where to start. I have never tried to get anything published before. I'm thinking that the best approach is to send it to as many publishing companies as I can. But if this is not the best approach, can someone tell me where I should start? I'm also not sure what kind of letter I should send with it (what info. should and should not be included, etc) or how long of an excerpt I should include. I'm thinking about 20 pages but am not sure.

If anyone can give me ANY advice about publishing, either in relation to what I've mentioned about or any other advice that you may have from your own experiences or elsewhere, it would be much appreciated. Please just leave a comment. Thanks! :)
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[25 Jun 2004|04:23pm]

Shameless advert: The first issue of my zine Ephemera is now available, and I also still have copies of my chapbook. They're $3 each. Also, now accepting submissions for Ephemera #2, "the love issue." To order or submit, e-mail me: quinn at tmbg dot org.

"Ode to a Mannequin"

Standing guard 
In the window. 
Dressed up 
To match the old-fashioned 
moviehouse facade 
Of the sign store. 

Her nametag proclaims: 
Was it made just for her? 
One delicate hand resting 
next to the tickets

Staring blankly through cat's eye glasses, 
   Through the reflection 
Of blind-windowed cars 

Dress stained 
hair mussed 
Ready to animate, run 
If given a shawl and hat. 

Beautiful in her frozen moment 
From her noisy life
And rendered noiseless 
Dimly recalling 
the last existence 
and losing more of it 

[21 May 2004|07:27pm]

[ mood | creative ]

Starting work on my first zine, accepting submissions of anything--poetry, short fiction, essays, art, photos, ads for other zines, etc etc etc. Submissions can be e-mailed to or mailed (ask for my address).

"Upon Arriving in Newark"

We swooped in over a river
I don't know what river--
It was brown and hemmed by smokestacks.
24,000 comedy routines on Jersey
Flashed before my eyes
And I believed them.

The "Welcome to Newark--America's
RENAISSANCE city!" sign
Was juxtaposed with a grimed and graffitied stone overpass
The irony was not subtle.

Sinking into the deep blue seats of the taxi
Bridge sides high enough to prevent seeing
That River
The blown-out factory windows leered at me
And I glimpsed how people become desperate.


Looking Out the Hospital Window [11 Apr 2004|10:25pm]

[ mood | lonely ]

(x-posted like a mofo)

(Shameless advert: I have a chapbook for sale for $5. IM ThePeculiarGirl or e-mail to place an order.)

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking out at the nightscape
seven stories down
the street spread below me
like a freshly laundered blanket and
dotted with cars
wondering where everyone had to be at
two a.m.

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking down at the nightscape
you were a million miles away.


[05 Apr 2004|07:19pm]
The thought of his heart out on the line made Sidney think about all the exceptional times they spent mutually. One moment stuck in her head, their first date.

“So this is the real Shaun Whitmore, huh?” Sidney wittily grinned as they he stood supporting her from the wind; they stood at her side of his car after going to see a movie.

“…Well that depends… what do you think of this ‘Shaun Whitmore’, miss Sidney Andrews?” Shaun asserted his question right back to her.

Sidney laughed and gazed up at his mysterious eyes and his masculine figure, she touched his chest softly and teasing quietly “Well… you will find out.” and twisted away from him to open her door.

“Oh… Not so fast Ms. Andrews…” Shaun chuckled shutting the car door, and turned her back around. He pulled her in close and lifted her chin and massaged her glossy lips with his. They broke away, she slowly opened her eyes to see a fait smile across his face. Then he said assure of himself, “Now, how was that for finding out?”

She smirked as she shrugged “eh, it was alright…” and turned to open the door again. She saw his smile wipe off his face and she turned back around to confront him and clenched his collar and drug him back down to her lips and they kissed, it seemed like eternity, but it was only a couple minutes. That’s when they knew that they would be together for a lengthy time.

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[29 Mar 2004|07:08pm]

Hey haha i used a lj cut this time!! um.. please dont make stupid comments on my grammer or spelling.. im a horrid speller.. but thats not the point of me posting. I dont post to know that i wrote the wrong kind of there. I post because i want opinions on how i write, or my stories.. or how i could do better. Thanks.


(some of my writing is sort of graphic.. this one isnt that bad.. but i just dont want to offend anyone at any moment.) this is a small segment of my short story. enjoy!!!


“Hey Shannon... are you comin?” Sarah giggles as she runs through the grassy field “grab your stuff… come on… it’s almost sunrise, we best be going if you we want to make the train!”
“…Sarah… I’m scared, what if he finds me?” Shannon says nervously
“Don’t worry about that, ill be here, and if he comes after you… um… ILL KICK HIS ASS!” Sarah says with a daring grin
Sarah grabs Shannon’s hand and they ran through the piercing darkness. They giggles as they felt the feathery tall grass tickly their feet. They knew the area so well, they didn’t have to worry one bit about the darkness. They jumped the fallen logs, and they crawled under the low tree branches. They ran so fast, as if they were nearly flying. They felt so strong, they felt as if they invincible, always had Shannon dreamt of leaving that sullied shack, she once called home. She wanted to leave her family, her 2 Pedi file brothers and her drunken father.


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[28 Mar 2004|07:28pm]
sorry.. hi im samara.. uhh i write. well i love to.. and somtimes they might be a little provactive. im sorry if you dont enjoy it.

dont read it then.

IM SOO SORRY.. next time ill use a lj cut.. cuz i know that was long.

[28 Mar 2004|07:25pm]

As she knocked for the third time, staring at her watch, checking the time; a flash of panic rushed through her body.

Would he not be there?!?! she thought so frightened.

as her face got red she turned away from the door into the dark unformiliar sky, he opened the door with his luminating smile.

"Sarah... is that you?" he said with even a bigger smile.

she panicly wiped her the water from her eyes and turned around flashing that smile that he always dreames of.

"..yes.. i was well.. in the"

"oh come in, what are you doing here." Jesse interupted.

They both flooded into the small studio apartment. No view, no walkway, simply a couch and tv room that connected the kitchen, bathroom, and a small closet looking room that only could fit a twin size bed.

"..oh well, you told me to drop by if i was ever in the city. so here i am." she said with a nervous giggle.

"well im so glad to see your face.. i havnt seen you since that.. saterday? right, oh dont mind me, im sorry im just so shocked and yet releived to see a formilure face."

they sat on the small love seat together, akwardly, pondering what to talk about next.

"...could i offer you a..."

"oh no, im not thirsty" sarah answered.

"ok." Jesse said shyly.

"so how are you doing with the hole.. break up thing." sarah asked.

this brought along a well talked conversation about jesse and erika. as much of an akward subject it was it distracted from the tension.

they talked for about an hour when sarah ran tired. jesse finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

"why are you here.. really. i mean im happy you are, but its 10:30 on a school night.. and dont tell me  you were just in the neighborhood, because your about 20 minutes from home."

"i got in a fight wiht my parents.. i needed to leave, so i thought youd be ok with me coming over, i mean i wanted to see you.. you can tell me to leave when ever you want me to." she looked down in fright of being left in the big city with no where to go.

"oh no.. you can stay here as long as you want, it would be wonderful for you to spend the night." he exclaimed

"....thanks... that means a lot" she answered with a sweet smile and a bat of her eyes.

They sat there, not really talking.. watching channel three.. because thats all he had. she wanted to bad to kiss him. to tell him how much shes been in love with him and that nothing would make her happier. But she didnt.

it was about midnight and her eyes were getting heavy, finally jesse noticed and asked her if she wanted his bed for the night.

"thank you so much jesse... you dont have to sleep on the couch, i mean i dont have cooties" she snicked with a cute giggle after.

"..oh i know.. i just didnt want to intrude.." he was shocked at her statment.

"comon i would love for somone to sleep beside me." she stated

so there they were laying side by side stairing up at the ceiling.. when jesse goes

"sarah.. ive been thinking about you a lot.. i just want to..." he stops. props himself on to one arm and looks at sarah.

Will he kiss me will he kiss me will he kiss me. she thought.

when his silky soft red porsilin lips touched hers, a hot flash of passion ran up her spine, it was a short, sweet kiss and he pulled away. He looked away quickly, scared of rejection..

when she pulls him down ontop of her again and their smooth lips meet once more. the trickle of his toung touched hers, and she wanted more. She wanted so much of him.. too much that she would explode. his fingertips glided about on her stomache and tricked up her cotten top. she was excited, she didnt know what to do, how it felt, how to react. Her mind was racing, she just gave into his gental touch. she released her tention and just let go. by this time she was getting warmer and water. she was in heaven.

"tell me when to stop if your not confertable sarah, i would never want to pressure you... you know that right" he lifted himself onto his elbow and looked into her eyes with pure intentions.

"i want you.. i want everything about you.. i want all you can offer... i want you." she said pleading to have him, basically begging for his love, she leached onto him yet again and took him. took ALL of him.

Her eyes closed as he pulsated in her, trickle of a tear formed in the corners of her eyes because it was a pain like no other. it was a pain she enjoyed so profusly. she never wanted it to end.

"are you ok, sarah, am i hurting you." he said gentaly and worried.

"no, take me, all of me, further, i need you." she said kissing his sweet chest. "i need you.." she pleaded again.

as she took him inside her she felt them connecting. she gentaly rubbed herself to him, she trembeled at his kisses, she soaked up every moment of their love making.

(to be continued)



J. [26 Jan 2004|12:30am]

First of all, I'd like to promote poetpenpals. And now, the poem.Collapse )

Providence [25 Jan 2004|03:20pm]

I hold it out to show you:
One wispy arm
White with red crisscrosses
Your pain brought to the surface
Where it can heal.

[18 Jan 2004|04:55pm]

[ mood | productive ]

hey im new and i love to write, and i wrote this poem a couple months ago. tell me what ya think.

Should i let myself die?
Because of a little lie.
someone decided to spill
Just for their own thrill.
Should this even affect me?
And prove just what they wanted to see
It makes me mad so i react
But in the end it makes me lack
What should i do in order to last,
Just make another oppurtunity pass?
Im tired of always waiting
And for what? all of your hating?
I sit here shivering from this cold
Waiting for the answers to unfold
Why do i put myself through this pain,
Cuz when its done theres nothing to gain
Why do i care what they say or do?
they just want attention, you know what?
i do too...


April 22 [15 Jan 2004|12:53am]

Hi, you may remember me as slfcllednowhere. Or you may not, whatever. Anyway, this is massively x-posted as usual, apologies if you have to see it a bunch. Comments welcome and appreciated.

No one is alive at 5:37 a.m.
Only the occasional passing car reminds me
That I am not the sole occupant of this landscape
--still alien after three months
Which hovers under the pre-dawn sky
(That peculiar shade of light grey almost imperceptibly tinted blue
Which never comes to Texas.)

I have endured another of a string of sleepless nights
(Because of you, as is everything)
To find myself here, a default early riser.
I relish the secrecy the solitude grants me
This morning belongs to me alone.

Last night's silent storm
Has left behind a chill in the air and the dull smell of wet earth.
I twitch my cold fingers and systematically observe
My own fraction of the infinite catalogue of details:
A thousand birdsongs, only the crow's familiar.
Smoke billowing from the greenhouse chimney.
Sidewalk chalk proclamations, eerily waterproof.
The ducked heads of flowers ashamed at their own beauty.

My legs stiffen as I run home
Startled to find myself so inspired
By something as obvious as a spring morning.

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