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Writing a love story
I dont know but something in me is screaming right a love story. I want it to have my style in it and i want to turn it into a comic.
But first im posting this and i hope this not a problem since its not a story.(yet)
What do you seek in a love story?
I'm tired of being depressed and writing dark stories i want a little light to shine so any help would be great.
But first im posting this and i hope this not a problem since its not a story.(yet)
What do you seek in a love story?
I'm tired of being depressed and writing dark stories i want a little light to shine so any help would be great.
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Hmmmmm
Smaple - 1; A sample of work that is intended to grab the reader, usual a scene of great drama, detail, action. Not be comfussed with the same section of books whihc tell you what the story is about this is an exert from the book/poem/story/article directly and unaltedered.
2; A sample with such great detail that if it talk about food you would be drooling.
hows that
Hmmmmm
Smaple - 1; A sample of work that is intended to grab the reader, usual a scene of great drama, detail, action. Not be comfussed with the same section of books whihc tell you what the story is about this is an exert from the book/poem/story/article directly and unaltedered.
2; A sample with such great detail that if it talk about food you would be drooling.
hows that
Up until I went through a HORRIFYING year of chemotherapy I wrote professionally. I mainly write humor, or humorous profile or political pieces as I feel humor is the best method to get important social issues across.
During the first few weeks of the chemo, I TRIED to keep up with my weekly lead column in our local newspaper (readership base of about 65,000) but my "humor" turned into bitter sarcasm and cynicism, so both my publisher, executive editor and myself all agreed I needed to take a sabbatical until I was able to write without all the bitterness that was present (mostly due to all the pain and depression) and I was just starting to write some column pieces again when I was rear-ended coming off the freeway and riven head on into a steel pole, then an SUV, then a BIG pick-up, finally broad-siding a station wagon. I suffered a terrific head injury with actual physical damage to my brain, which set me back AGAIN until the last couple of months when my memories and vocabulary started coming back.
I'm still not up to my old standard of writing, but I HAVE to get back to it, because I'm about at my wits end with being treated like a lazy bum, for having to go on SSI after the first seven months of chemo ate up my entire life savings. I went from being a well-respected award winning columnist and popular community figure, to a lazy, ineffectual blood sucking leech (as far as I was treated when I finally had to ask for help)
in a matter of a few years, and it seriously *****. Not to mention it's only getting worse as the economy tanks.
Yep, Cloud...I like "smaple" too, we just have to figure out exactly who or what a smaple is, and since you came up with it by typo, it's yours to define!
Respects,
Vinny
During the first few weeks of the chemo, I TRIED to keep up with my weekly lead column in our local newspaper (readership base of about 65,000) but my "humor" turned into bitter sarcasm and cynicism, so both my publisher, executive editor and myself all agreed I needed to take a sabbatical until I was able to write without all the bitterness that was present (mostly due to all the pain and depression) and I was just starting to write some column pieces again when I was rear-ended coming off the freeway and riven head on into a steel pole, then an SUV, then a BIG pick-up, finally broad-siding a station wagon. I suffered a terrific head injury with actual physical damage to my brain, which set me back AGAIN until the last couple of months when my memories and vocabulary started coming back.
I'm still not up to my old standard of writing, but I HAVE to get back to it, because I'm about at my wits end with being treated like a lazy bum, for having to go on SSI after the first seven months of chemo ate up my entire life savings. I went from being a well-respected award winning columnist and popular community figure, to a lazy, ineffectual blood sucking leech (as far as I was treated when I finally had to ask for help)
in a matter of a few years, and it seriously *****. Not to mention it's only getting worse as the economy tanks.
Yep, Cloud...I like "smaple" too, we just have to figure out exactly who or what a smaple is, and since you came up with it by typo, it's yours to define!
Respects,
Vinny
lol i like smaple i think im going to find a way to fit it in my stories lol :P
Vintendo-
Hmmm thats a interesting idea do you write for a living or is it a passionate hobby. I'm a artist so i do have big sheets of paper and i even have two white boards one small and another meduim. Got them at target on sell lol
Vintendo-
Hmmm thats a interesting idea do you write for a living or is it a passionate hobby. I'm a artist so i do have big sheets of paper and i even have two white boards one small and another meduim. Got them at target on sell lol
hahahaah a typo ..lol and I thought it was a new happy word ,so many have been taken from us of late .methinks I will use the word smaple and call it clouds word .
Nah...I been hookin' up with smaple's for years...LUVVV. those smaples! Mm-mm.
Organizing's simple. You draw a "time-line" fit for the length of your piece. draw an arrow to the foreward, or page one, whatever, The line of the arrow(s) (more can and will be at various parts of that time-line anyway) needs only to write the who what where why along that arrow, along with the date. Say you story takes place over a years time. You draw a straight line across a big page and put in little "cross lines" so there are 12 months marked. Then as each scene, and it's characters happens you draw all the event and character's arrows in that week or part of month. That way you can write your buns off in all directions in time, and at the end you have a MAP of where all these pages and chapters go. Kinda complicated at first, but simple in the end, no?
Organizing's simple. You draw a "time-line" fit for the length of your piece. draw an arrow to the foreward, or page one, whatever, The line of the arrow(s) (more can and will be at various parts of that time-line anyway) needs only to write the who what where why along that arrow, along with the date. Say you story takes place over a years time. You draw a straight line across a big page and put in little "cross lines" so there are 12 months marked. Then as each scene, and it's characters happens you draw all the event and character's arrows in that week or part of month. That way you can write your buns off in all directions in time, and at the end you have a MAP of where all these pages and chapters go. Kinda complicated at first, but simple in the end, no?
lol its just a typo lol :D I almost wish i did it on purpose now :P oo it mean a delicous sample it s a new word i just invented lol smaple lol
Indeed clous ' a Tasty little smaple' hey I love that word Smaple whats it mean ?
hmmm beinga nerd the one im writing is more of the distant teen getting the girl. Not the girl getting the jock of her fantasies. Those stories bore me. Humor is not hard to cut in. Thank-you for the advice. Thats seems kinda strange to write it like that. IT would help but i type most of them out so it would become a mess lol. How would you organize something like that start a new document and put the date this part was written and were in the book its before and after.
Sample for you all:
He stared off at ####, his cheeks now a bright red. He felt as if all the eyes in the cafeteria had landed on him. He was so caught in the moment he forgot her had already opened his milk. Now covered in it he didn’t know what to do. It didn’t make matters better his friend had to point and laugh. He was hoping it was a dream. He was hoping it would all go away, but it didn’t and it wasn’t. He grabbed his things and quickly ran to the bathroom.
Another sample from a different part.
She was wearing a shirt with gorgeous designs on it. Her hair was a golden brown. She was stunning. Her eyes had the deep blues of the sea and they looked into you like she was peering into your soul. Her lips had been glossing in the light a sparkle surrounded by pink. Everything had felt so perfect in this moment I felt myself trembling. Was this what love felt like. A aching in me no an urge that could not be ignore screamed out meet her go speak with her. As I mustered up all the bravery in the world to walk to her…. Jack Johnson made it there first. What was he doing in an art class. I stopped the moment was gone. The urge was there still clawing out me but the bravery had faded away. How could he go and talk to some one like her so easily. There was no hope to be found in this moment I found my seat and continued to stare. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her and I’m glad I didn’t because at that moment I noticed her put her bag on top on the chair next to her. Jack had been denied and he soon saw it too he move on even if he did it in a style I could never understand. Then it happened our eyes meet and she…..she smiled what was it a sign. I turned away perhaps she was stare at the girl in front of me that had to been it why else would she stare at me.
enjoy this tasty little smaple
Sample for you all:
He stared off at ####, his cheeks now a bright red. He felt as if all the eyes in the cafeteria had landed on him. He was so caught in the moment he forgot her had already opened his milk. Now covered in it he didn’t know what to do. It didn’t make matters better his friend had to point and laugh. He was hoping it was a dream. He was hoping it would all go away, but it didn’t and it wasn’t. He grabbed his things and quickly ran to the bathroom.
Another sample from a different part.
She was wearing a shirt with gorgeous designs on it. Her hair was a golden brown. She was stunning. Her eyes had the deep blues of the sea and they looked into you like she was peering into your soul. Her lips had been glossing in the light a sparkle surrounded by pink. Everything had felt so perfect in this moment I felt myself trembling. Was this what love felt like. A aching in me no an urge that could not be ignore screamed out meet her go speak with her. As I mustered up all the bravery in the world to walk to her…. Jack Johnson made it there first. What was he doing in an art class. I stopped the moment was gone. The urge was there still clawing out me but the bravery had faded away. How could he go and talk to some one like her so easily. There was no hope to be found in this moment I found my seat and continued to stare. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her and I’m glad I didn’t because at that moment I noticed her put her bag on top on the chair next to her. Jack had been denied and he soon saw it too he move on even if he did it in a style I could never understand. Then it happened our eyes meet and she…..she smiled what was it a sign. I turned away perhaps she was stare at the girl in front of me that had to been it why else would she stare at me.
enjoy this tasty little smaple
love it .....hey there you are Cloud there you are ...........
I don't want be tooting my own horn, so lets say I have a little experience in this area.
Over the years, the one thing I have learned is that writing a story (short to medium) is pretty straightforward. To make it humorous, do that with dialogue. Action-based humor is always a bit more difficult, e.g. the male lover is showing his devotion to their budding relationship so He is painting her house for her. As she comes out the front door, we accidentally tips over a can of pink latex and most of it lands right on her $200 cut, color, highlight and perm job. Without even noticing the spilled paint after hearing the door open he keeps painting and asks, "Honey could you hand me that small paintbrush with the round shape?" To which she frostily replies, "Which round brush the one in the box or my head?" Snapping his head around in stunned surprise, his sudden movement causes the ladder to fall sideways, and both ladder and our hero bounce off the top of his new pick-up and his voice can be heard with his profuse apologies fading into the distance immediately before the loud splash of our hero landing in the swimming pool. As his paramour stomps toward the pool, our hero pulls himself up the side of the pool, and he says, "Well at least it's only water-based latex!"
"What the heck is that supposed to mean," she asks, and he says, "Well, come here and give me a hand and I'll show you." Reaching out to help him up, he pulls her into the pool with him and taking her under the water washes almost all of the paint off right there and then. As she sees the pool water tuning a beautiful milky pink and realizes the paint will simply wash right out, they swim toward each other and hug, as she replies, "Well, at least we have the prettiest pool water on the block," after which the two continue hugging and begin to chuckle louder and louder until they are splashing each other and laughing like loons. Just an example of both situational humor colored in (no pun intended) with dialogue humor.
If it's a book (50,000 words +) never try to write from page one to the end. Just write whatever little vignettes come to mind when they come to mind and worry about where all these different pieces will fit later. Takes out the writer's block pressure of that intimidating blank page.
Back to the story, all is well when our hero (who is really a tax accountant or other desk worker) hires a crew and the whole house is done when she gets home to a fully cooked dinner, with pink chablis, pink candles and a bouquet of (pink, of course) roses.
She gets it, he got it, and bam...the romance increases....
Just a thought.
Vinny
Over the years, the one thing I have learned is that writing a story (short to medium) is pretty straightforward. To make it humorous, do that with dialogue. Action-based humor is always a bit more difficult, e.g. the male lover is showing his devotion to their budding relationship so He is painting her house for her. As she comes out the front door, we accidentally tips over a can of pink latex and most of it lands right on her $200 cut, color, highlight and perm job. Without even noticing the spilled paint after hearing the door open he keeps painting and asks, "Honey could you hand me that small paintbrush with the round shape?" To which she frostily replies, "Which round brush the one in the box or my head?" Snapping his head around in stunned surprise, his sudden movement causes the ladder to fall sideways, and both ladder and our hero bounce off the top of his new pick-up and his voice can be heard with his profuse apologies fading into the distance immediately before the loud splash of our hero landing in the swimming pool. As his paramour stomps toward the pool, our hero pulls himself up the side of the pool, and he says, "Well at least it's only water-based latex!"
"What the heck is that supposed to mean," she asks, and he says, "Well, come here and give me a hand and I'll show you." Reaching out to help him up, he pulls her into the pool with him and taking her under the water washes almost all of the paint off right there and then. As she sees the pool water tuning a beautiful milky pink and realizes the paint will simply wash right out, they swim toward each other and hug, as she replies, "Well, at least we have the prettiest pool water on the block," after which the two continue hugging and begin to chuckle louder and louder until they are splashing each other and laughing like loons. Just an example of both situational humor colored in (no pun intended) with dialogue humor.
If it's a book (50,000 words +) never try to write from page one to the end. Just write whatever little vignettes come to mind when they come to mind and worry about where all these different pieces will fit later. Takes out the writer's block pressure of that intimidating blank page.
Back to the story, all is well when our hero (who is really a tax accountant or other desk worker) hires a crew and the whole house is done when she gets home to a fully cooked dinner, with pink chablis, pink candles and a bouquet of (pink, of course) roses.
She gets it, he got it, and bam...the romance increases....
Just a thought.
Vinny
lol is that not s love love; a comedy of errors :P
hahah no way Hose ,no not a love story . maybe a comedy of errors
lol :D maybe your a secert love story writer lol :D give it to us margy
Well start off with the meeting of two people , one to start with then how they meet ,you can add some Drama about the meeting like he rescued her from a fast flowing river, or from a moving bus .they can have differant lives that may or may not jell ....the guy could be a scientist or CIA for drama ..she could have some secret trauma she is dealing with and get embroiled in his crazy life ...hey whose writing this Me or you ...I am jesting LOL..
Hmm thank-you as im having trouble starting it. Ive put love in stories before but never based a story entirly around it.
well it doesnt have to be a love story it can be any story ,but a love story sounds okay ,i guess you seek to write about a couple who share something, many facets ,how they meet , what happens in thier lives , do they stay together , if they part what form does that take ,is it young love, mature love, family love ...yes and I like the idea of a comic love story ..
lol i spelled write as right in the first line lol
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