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I have permission to share this around from #writers-in-progress Check em out, they're good, if they've go advice like this from one of their members. I have permission from him too. Enjoy this ^^

Stephen J. Cannell's Advice to Aspiring Writers

Stephen's Advice

Anyone ever heard of the late Stephen J. Cannell? Well, he was one of the most legendary writers in television. He was the man behind the original "A-Team", "21 Jump Street", "The Rockford Files" and "Wiseguy", to name a few.

Cannell actually was not the most brilliant student in school. In fact, he struggled with dyslexia as a child and English was one of his worst subjects. Nevertheless, he loved to write and he would do anything to be an author, even if it meant surmounting his dyslexia.

Sadly, Steven J. Cannell died on September 30, 2010 of melanoma-related complications. He was 69. Still, he will always be remembered as one of our modern equivalents to the likes of William Shakespeare.

The link above is advice that he has about those who want to be as good a writer as Mr. Cannell was.

-by ~ApacheMan2K

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Journal Entry: Thu Feb 28, 2013, 4:44 AM

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The power of freedom of thought, of speech, and of the imagination.

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Quality Prose Contest - JIP

The Fairy VesselTheir little ship lurched into the wind. Fuddle and Ermil nestled snugly into the vessel as it soared the expanse of the sky, gleefully fleeing the earth's bonds. The svelte craft cut through the air like a knife, rising into the cold, high air, nipping the heavens ever so slightly only to slip back down into the warm comfort of the lower winds.
Fuddle manned the rudder with sturdy arms, drinking in sweet, rich lungful's as he sang the harvest tune. Ermil was contented to merely dip her hand into the cream colored, papered clouds riding past; she laughed at the wisps that dipped between her fingers, kissing her hand before dancing away intoThe Fairy Vessel by =RollingFrog

The Wizard's PetThe salamander lounged upon his nest of hot ashes. Rolled in thick, plump coils, he rested in silent reflection, bathing his body in the roiling heat of his breath and the fire in his tongue. The bulge of the salamander's form filled the fireplace, many of his loops spilling onto the hearth and searing the floor.
The creature snuffled around in the ashes for a morsel, found a few bright coals, devoured them, and resumed his meticulous grooming. Beneath each blue scale, his blood crackled like flames sparks, flowing, boiling, veins pulsing with fire. His eyes snapped with each movement, crimson daggers embedded in velvet blue. All at once thThe Wizard's Pet by =RollingFrog

Angel's DestinyHer travels spanned from the ice cold barren of nothingness on the edge of the known universe to a medium size star in one of the spiral arms that was like a river flowing with milky stars. Then she has to go back out to the lonely vacuum that steals from her soul all the joy she gathered from her inward journey. She was excited to see what has been happening on the third planet since last she passed by. Each time she has come back the inhabitants had given her a wealth of experiences. Wondering what new discovery or invention they have dreamed up from their collective minds. Of all the various planets she has passed by, this by far is her faAngel's Destiny by *ChristalKitto

SummerMy days, that warm and dreary summer, were spent at the window-side table of a tiny café overlooking the main street. In the afternoons, when the world seemed enveloped in a dull, white haze as the sun insisted on reflecting off every available surface, I often ignored the cooling cup of coffee before me to look out the window: at the low thrum of a vague, expressionless multitude. It was among them that I first saw her.

She appeared to me then, in every aspect, most unremarkable as she stood there at the top of the stairs to the underground metro, adjusting her cap. And I had turned away almost immediately, distracted by the incessant Summer by *AlexanderPaupoff

Quality Prose Contest - JIP

Poetry

Glass HeartFragile hearts that beat for love,
Seem to never get enough.
Encased in a glass that’s stained with red,
A reminder of the blood it’s shed.
Over the years it has hardened from pain;
Careful to ever love again,
But some memories are engraved in gold,
Reminding the heart of what love can hold;
The promises behind just one kiss;
The little moments you know you’ll miss.
The empty ache subdued by an embrace;
Causing your fragile heart to race.
The rare confessions that are only heard by some,
Gazing in the eyes of the hopeful one.
The memories that form a smile on your face,
Caresses on soft skin that leave a trace.
Recurring thGlass Heart by ~steph11e

Theme Prompt - TempationWhispered words, honeyed lips
Calling out with abandon.
"Take this, do that,
Crave this, hate that"
Temptation reaches to me,
luring, for the darkness.
And when I finally fall
The darkness laughs and feasts.Theme Prompt - Tempation by ~remanth

Human Nature.Human Nature.

The dreamers,
The believers
And the ambitious achievers.

Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.

The realists,
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.

Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.

You see I am beginning to get the gist,

Of how we all unwittingly coexist.

Neither one can ever be dismissed,

As long as the reign of mankind persists.

As one tries, the other watches.

When one flies, the other dislodgeHuman Nature. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.

Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.

Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.

Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that thConceivable Conclusions. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Poetry

Non-Fiction

DominanceAs my fifteenth piece i attempted to talk about Dominance:

I understand the strong stand point of, you're strong or you die, you're intelligent or you fail, you dominate or be dominated, true or not, it Is something we should try to overcome, we are no longer roaming animals fighting viciously for our own survival, nor am I suggesting a hippie state, because personally I think that would be a terrible Idea.

Love and hate has its places, when a man dominates another it makes him correct, whether or not he actually is, what he says and does is seen and judged as correct and that is harmful.

Power and dominance given to or obtained by someoneDominance by ~Solilska

The TruthAs my fourteenth piece i attempted to talk about Truth:

There is no universal truth ideologically speaking, of course some truths are blatant, we live on Earth, we breath oxygen, the Earth is spherical.
But speaking about truth to people, what they believe and what they follow, we all have our own truths and some of them may be seen as correct or incorrect but none of them are pure factual truth, much like opinion and tastes, they are subjective, and the meaning of life being a perfect example, we make it ourselves and we live our truths and follow them rule by rule to suit us.

Any person who can sway you to their truth and to follow It wiThe Truth by ~Solilska

The Most Wonderful Things

Sometimes you look up at the sky and think, just think, like something in the stars or that great blue open sky councells you, and you ask questions, discovering. Thoughts come seeping out of your brain like a faucet turned full force. Worlds and people flash through your vision that you swear you've never seen before, but have created first hand. The writer stares through open windows not of boredom, but of deep thought, his or her mind creates an entire universe, an infinite playground of twice infinite wonders and adventures that only they can enjoy, until they use those ideas, they use the ink in their very veins, pumping through their heThe Most Wonderful Things by ~Mugeenman

It's WhenIt’s when they don’t look at you.

It’s when they don’t look at you and you notice, oh so painfully that their eyes have met the eyes of someone else. But what you don’t know is that they think you’re doing the same—they think you’re blushing with your head in your books because that other one is walking by…but you're really doing it for them.

It’s when you keep trying.

It’s when you keep trying to give them subtle hints, little tidbits like sticky notes on the huge, scrawled over, permanent blackboard in their head. They’re all kinds of faded pastels and bright, vibraIt's When by ~ChocolateQuill

Non-Fiction

Short Stories

AspirationsI remember the first day I found you, sitting there as I walked by on some display for the world to view. I remember how you glistened and shined a new layer of reality into my eyes with all your splendor. You called to me while others passed you by, and I knew I had to make you mine.
I remember those days in waiting, pacing the floor each night beaming with glee and anticipation. You filled my every thought. Everywhere I went you were there behind the corner, peeking out at me, or in the trees playing with the birds. You were my morning walk out in the grass of my back yard, and my snuggly blanket just before I went to sleep. You etched your image into the back of my eyelids, taunting me every time I blinked. Even my waking hours weren’t enough for you, you had to haunt me in my sleep, filling my mind with ticklish dreams of delight at the very thought of having you in my hands. You where my comfort in those dark times when the sun seemed dull even though my eyes went blind staAspirations by ~HereLizaKnight

Phalen, part 1

"Don't go," Marianne pleaded, her voice soft.

Phalen appraised her from where he stood near the door.

She was standing near an open window. The moon was vaguely visible outside, partly obscured by clouds, its soft luminescence teasing them with its light. The flickering effects of several sconces illuminated the room. They gave the thick, black robe that Marianne was wearing a hazy, golden sheen. Her long, sleek black hair flowed down past her shoulders in a messy array.

Phalen knew she had probably been rudely woken and rushed towards the room they were in now. The loose, cream colored chemise she wore underneath looked almost the same coPhalen, part 1 by =heronwolf

I Walk AloneI walk alone in the lands of the dead

Alone I walk, amid the dust, amid the silence, alone I walk. Alone I look out to the lifeless horizon, amid the lost souls, amid the lost futures, alone I look out to the horizon.
I lament in my loneliness, I lament in my solitude, I lament in a world where the only tears that can fall will be from myself.

There is no one else here, not anymore. Only I live in a world where once there were billions of lives of many kinds and soon I will be joining the dust that fills the airs and coats the dead lands.
No one will lament my lifeless bones when I am gone.

I walk alone

I walk past vehicles that have beI Walk Alone by *ReinaHW

EmotionCan only reflect what's inside.Emotion by *Gwenvar

Short Stories

Fan Fiction

Encounter in the Park by *HakiMiMi

Dragon's Dogma: Mother And DaughterA little something that won't work for a direct story, this is a little character piece of my Arisen and her main pawn in Dragon's Dogma, both are designed from two main story characters in my Beaumont series - Reina Beaumont and her daughter Karen Beaumont:

Bird song in the air with the sound of harpies in the distance that are thankfully not getting any closer, the travelers stop in their long walk and take a small rest at an abandoned camp:

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Finishing her small lunch, Reina nods. She tried not to show her unease at hearing her companion call her by that title, it always felt uncomfortable to her to heDragon's Dogma: Mother And Daughter by *ReinaHW

Rundown by ~nightchildmoonchild

Chapter 7: The Chess Kingdom Chapter 7: The Chess Kingdom

Alice was restless the night she went to bed after hearing Hatters story. She slept in Hatters bed that night both comforting each other keeping the haunting nightmares of his tale at bay. But despite how nice it was to sleep next to Hatter or cuddle with him something kept Alice from sleeping too long.

Instead of trying to go back to sleep Alice got out of bed to stretch her legs a little. She went outside for some cool refreshing air to see if that would help her. When she got outside she saw Cheshire sitting at the table drinking tea.

“You can’t sleep after hearing Hatters tragic tale.” ChChapter 7: The Chess Kingdom by ~darkchapters

Fan Fiction

Chapters

Origin(Prologue)The volcano exploded in a great plume of fire.
Lava took flight, bursting from the stone and rushing over the land, set free; the ground cracked with its raw power. Smoke began to darken the sky, ominously turning the sunlit atmosphere into shades of gray and black, as if massive shadows hung over the world.
Boulders rocketed down the sides of the volcano, and cascades of smaller stones fell in their wake. The largest boulders burst apart upon reaching the bottom, sending thousands of small fragments shooting off at dangerous speeds. Within moments, however, lava washed over the fallen rocks, wiping them clean as it consumed them.
The smallerOrigin(Prologue) by *Rangavar

An Underground City (4 Final)“Who is Gilda?” Emma asked Gresilda.

The woman had refused to answer any of Emma’s questions the previous night and insisted that she should get some rest. Now, as the sun had risen in a hot and suffocating morning, Emma, Gresilda and her children were pacing down the paved roads of Celinthium. They passed through the populous and alive neighborhoods and then took a channel out of the centre of the city, deeper into the mountains. There, the air was pleasantly cooler but the moisture stuck on Emma’s exposed skin and made her joins hurt. Anne, Hugh and Nicolas didn’t seem to mind and ran before the two ladies chaAn Underground City (4 Final) by *NoodlesAddict

The Unknown

It was January 15th 1942. World War II was in full swing with the American Army entering the war after what happened at Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941. Twenty year old Elizabeth Becket stood in line to enlist in the U.S. Army. Growing up within the city limits of the city of Chicago, Elizabeth knew what life could be like being poor. Her parents were both high school drop-outs. Her mom got pregnant with her at the age of 15. Her father, who was 16 at the time, had to get a job so he could support his new found family. Growing up Elizabeth was taught that she had a choice in life and her parents pushed her to excel in school so she The Unknown by *fares002

Learning For Two by *fares002

Chapters

Scripts

Film Making Project by ~DallasInWonderland

monologue: crucifixionJOSHUA: Alone, I know only how to be imperfect. This is how much I need you to hurt me: you will crucify me upon your own body, my arms spread along your arms, my hands nailed to yours with thick pegs, my head lolling back into the crook of your neck and shoulder. It will be our own flesh, torn and bleeding all the way through, and our hurt will satisfy us completely. We can go down in history as wounded and spend the rest of our lives breathing the smell of each other’s hair. I will be tacked to your front so I will see the slings and arrows as they come and bear their brunt. You will be holding me, warming my back with your torso, alwmonologue: crucifixion by ~indigo-mouse

monologue: desertJOSEPH: My feet, my body, my mind. Worn through. Ground down. I have walked too far for too long and now all my beaten soul knows is walking. There is no destination; some of us learn wants that are too huge and terrible to ever satisfy. She could make love to me, lips and body young and warm and full, for a thousand moonlit nights, and she would still not be the impossibly distant land of good things for which I yearn. She is the answer to the prayers of every other living man, but I was not made to lie with her lush beauty. I am the hissing desert wind, and she is a heavy burden of rain.monologue: desert by ~indigo-mouse

I Am Not Sure...Could this be the end? ...I am not sure. I hardly ever am sure anymore. Maybe this is the end. Like everyone has been saying. Maybe this is the day that a giant alien spaceship comes down and takes us all as slaves. That would be nice. I've always wanted to see what was out there. Even if I was a slave to some weird slimy thing. I don't think they would treat me well. But I would see stars up close. And a new planet that no one has discovered yet. Mom would be proud of me. Under unusual circumstances, and in a terrible twist of fate, I would have made my dreams come true. Like she always thought I could.

(beat)

But I'm not sure.

Maybe thisI Am Not Sure... by ~NonsenseQueen

Scripts

Foreign Languages

IdealSueños,
Constelaciones del subconsciente
No es necesario un telescopio
Ideal by ~canicalavera

KatalinaEn la pradera
No halle mas que amapolas
¡Oh divina suerte !
Te he encontrado

Katalina by ~canicalavera

58. Kick In The Head- A quoi tu penses ?
A Elisa.
- A la tournée.
- Ah. Tu as le trac ?
Non.
- Un peu.
Avec sollicitation, Andrea vient se poser sur le bord du lit. Un rayon de soleil matinal éclaire son visage alors qu'elle se penche pour m'embrasser sur le front. Je la fixe sans réaction, elle ne se démonte pas.
- Je sais que c'est dur pour toi, mais ne perds pas confiance, d'accord ? Je serai là pour te soutenir.
Puis elle part, sur la pointe des pieds. Avant de fermer la porte, elle jette un oeil à l'horloge au mur et lance :
- Sois prêt pour 8h30. Nous avons une longue journée devant nous.
La porte se ferme.
Je suis seul avec mes souvenirs.

***

A cette ép58. Kick In The Head by ~EloreCohlt

56. Biohazard - Le ParasiteLa nuit était tranchante. La Chose plaquée contre moi, je me glissai au milieu des ombres comme si j'en faisais partie. Contre l'immense façade dont j'essayai désespérément de me rapprocher se tenaient deux filles de mon âge, habillées légèrement et riant, leurs portables flambant neufs en main. J'ai frissonné, consciente que le temps jouait contre moi : il fallait que je me débarrasse de mon paquet avant que les premiers signes de manque ne me saisissent. Claquant des dents au milieu de cette soirée caniculaire, j'attendais avec impatience le dép56. Biohazard - Le Parasite by ~EloreCohlt

Foreign Languages

Tutorials and Resources

Free Online Learning from Top UniversitiesDo yourself a Learning Favour
Free Online Learning from Top Universities in Arts , Humanities, Science, Maths, Computing and More from Yale University, Duke University, Berklee College of Music and more….
Check out the following sites - Coursera https://www.coursera.org/ and Udemy https://www.udemy.com/
This article discusses the world of online MOOC's – Learning online – a personal look at two current MOOC's and what they offer your art.
I have recently been fortunate enough to have discovered online MOOC's – Learning online from top professionals in many fields. I learnt this through my social network connections and had some spare time, and thought – "It's Free" I will give it a go.
www.Coursera.org
I signed up for my first online class last September, called Modern and Contemporary Poetry from University of Pennsylvania or 'Modpo" as it was happily referred to by the other 20,000 plus students completing the course online.
The course was free.Free Online Learning from Top Universities by ~tinaaw

Breaking Into Writing[Intended for beginners, although this may be of use to those with more experience, simply because I've seen even experienced people fall into some of the following traps.]
In the Beginning...
When I first began writing stories, I was probably somewhere between twelve and thirteen years old - that's roughly six years ago. I didn't have any experience beyond what little I'd learnt in primary school (and the small amount of high school I'd so far attended), and to be honest I had no idea what I was doing. If I were to look back on that work today I would cringe... nausea isn't entirely out of the question, either.
But that's the first piece of advice I can offer you; the more you vehemently hate your previous work in comparison to what you're writing currently, the better. Don't ever beat yourself up because you think your old work is horrible, because it actually means you're improving. Depending on the person - and how much you commit yourself to practiBreaking Into Writing by =Pseudinymous

How to Get Creative Ideas for Your NovelHow to get Creative Ideas for Your Novel - A beginner's guide.
Stuck in a rut with your novel or creative writing? Has it been left unfinished because you ran out of ideas? Is your muse gone?
Here is a few thoughts as to how to get your ideas back, maybe some fresh new thoughts for you.
Have you thought of the following to include in your writing?
Recent places you have visited
Recent people you have met
Art work you have seen recently
Perhaps you were watching tv and you saw an interesting character there on an add.
Try stopping and doing other types of art work, give it a rest
Try joining a new group or social situation, writing about this
Modify recent dreams to include or write about
Start an ideas journal or start simple poetry for ideas
Google is your friend
Free write - just write and write - see what develops on the page.
Here is some stellar examples from my current novel as to how I used unlikely ideas and dreams to include in my current novel.
You wake up shocked - youHow to Get Creative Ideas for Your Novel by ~tinaaw

How to Write a Novel - a beginner's guideI am often asked - how do you write novels? I am often told by the person asking - so politely -
"It is my dream to write a novel"
"I wish I could write"
"I would love to write my novel on ..."

I let people know I am on my third novel. It is rare to meet a writer, rarely someone who has realised their dream, and who has produced a book. Rarer still to find a published author --- why? it seems so easy.....when you read them.
Many try theHow to Write a Novel - a beginner's guide by ~tinaaw

Tutorials and Resources

Past Competition Submissions - Winners

Daily DoseDaily Dose

His plan is foolproof this time
To send her a daily new rhyme
Poems about the rain
And the old ball and chain
It's pretty much the perfect crime.

© Debjani Chakravarty 2012 Daily Dose by *Dreamydeb

There Once Was a Tiger... There once was a tiger named Pam
Who had a great fondness of ham.
So he got some cash
and ordered a stash,
but when it arrived it was spam.There Once Was a Tiger... by *brambleclaw33

The PastorThe pastor once prayed to the heaven
Inquired ‘bout the sins of the seven
Never did he know
Lust he did show
When he went for a whore past eleven.The Pastor by *PuzzledHeartBox

Past Competition Submissions - Winners

Comments

*Dark-Century Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Check out the page for my newest novel coming out in the fall! [link]

~diarynaruto21 Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for accepting me!!

=Daydreaming-Aurora Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hello everyone! ^Beccalicious is trying to get link the dA literature community together. It would be great if you'd check this out.

*Bclement117 Oct 27, 2012

Hey guys, I have just finished my third round of editing my novel. I even post links to each chapter in each description box to have everyone follow the story. What do you guys now think of my third edited version?
Prologue: [link]

~TurquaticTurtle Oct 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Hello, would you like to affiliate with our group

we'd really appreciate it if you would!!! ^^

~WalkingWithMetaphors Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I appreciate this group, and what it has allowed me to partake of. Unfortunately, I must depart for different shores. I intend to remove myself, and would like my work leave with me, but I am uncertain if it will auto-remove when I leave, or if I have to delete the works in question to have them removed.

Please understand that my decision to leave your wonderful group is not a reflection of your offerings, your management of it, or anything like that. It is a personal reason that will remain thus. If you must know my reason, have an admin who gives a shit drop me a note and I will explain myself.

I wish you all well, and I hope the group has a LONG, happy lifespan!

- mids

~NyxKnight Oct 10, 2012 Writer

hi i dont know if this is the right spot for this but i need help with writing. i just recenly began to use fanfics to practice for the real writing but i belive there is somthing off. so i need an editor or gurur to help me, give any advise, etc.

thank you for your time

~NonsenseQueen Oct 6, 2012 Student Writer

Where do I put a play if i'm entering something?

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*ChristalKitto Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It is still Friday here but it seems that the button to submit for the prose is missing. Here is the one I would like to submit to it.
[link]

~AshitaUchiha Sep 28, 2012

I have a contest entry!

[link]

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