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Writing & advice please?

Today I got so much done, it was a great day. I lifted some huge weight off my shoulders. I met with my English advisor to get on track. Then, I met with My People. Who are my people? The writers of Auraria. Sammy saw a sign on a window that said writing week, and today there was a panel with two authors, a literary agent, and a women who works in a local publishing house. And it happened to be at a time I could attend! With gummy octopi in hand, Sammy and I went to the panel. I was a bit worried that there wouldn't be any people there and almost chickened out at the last second. Thank goodness Sammy was there to give me a kick in the bum and be my buddy. My worry was for nothing though, the room was full of people and an array of notebooks. We writers all have our favorite place to write after all. (Mine is in a comp book, covered in duct tape. Or bookmarks I borrow from work ;))

I emptied out my writing drawer for fun and this is what I found.

Which then prompted a nostalgic journey down handwriting lane. I feel very bad for those teachers who had to endure reading this.


Which slowly became these

Then this

And after two semesters of taking notes solely in cursive, this!

Anyways.

It was a great discussion, and I left with tons of new information and resources. The publishing world is changing and the authors' are now the one's with the power, not the publishers. Online publishing and books are becoming more and more popular. New ideas of how to share thoughts are being welcomed with open arms. As we sat there, odd crazy ideas kept popping into my head, and now I have even more projects to work on! Woo!

This is where I need some help. One important aspect in the new world of publishing is creating a platform and an online presence. And I need advice! I want to be able to put more of my writing out there. I want to share. I need to work on that thick skin I'm going to need. And I need to know the best way to do it. Right now I'm thinking about posting a short story on here every week or two, or some writing of some sort and seeing what kind of responses I get. But that's all I've got for now. So this is where you all come in.

What way would you most like to read some of my writing? Do you even want to read some? Are there any topics you'd like to see written about? What kind of writing do you like? (Poetry, short story, humor, excerpts) I can probably think of a million more questions but I think that's where I'll stop for now. So if you could, just take a minute of your time and let me know what you're thinking. Feel free to leave an anonymous comment if you want. (For those of you not familiar with blogger, if when you go back to this webpage and your comment isn't there, that means it wasn't left properly and I won't ever get to see it.) Or if that doesn't sound good, message me on Facebook. Shoot me an email at poptopscrazysocks@gmail.com   Whatever works!

Thank you so much for your time and feedback! I really appreciate it.

P.S. Please do not judge my writing from my blog posts. I like to think of these as brain vomit and I do not edit them.

P.P.S. Unless you think the unedited style is cool.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 20, 2013 at 6:22 PM

    I would love to read one of your short stories. I find that it's easiest to write about something that I know really well... at least it is for me. I love reading your poetry too!

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  2. SamaraMarch 22, 2013 at 2:39 AM

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  3. SamaraMarch 22, 2013 at 2:42 AM

    I didn't mean to delete that D:

    It just said that I like short stories, just because I enjoy reading something that has a beginning, middle and end, and since this is a blog, you're probably not going to put an entire novel on here.

    But I also like short stories that are slightly longer and maybe take multiple posts? As long as it clearly begins and tells a story, then ends.

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