Who are writers? We all learn to write our letters whether in manuscript printing or in cursive. Does that make us all writers? I remember back in second grade and just learning how all the letters joined together to make words come alive and it was pretty as a picture written in cursive handwriting with all the lines and curves like the letters 'Q', 'L', 'S', and my favorite was the letter 'Z'. Anyway, what is a writer by profession that we chose to be during a period of our lives.
Writing is all about words as pictures.
Reading and researching everything and anything and wanting to share them.
Interacting and investigating depending.
Taking notes to make sure we get the information or facts or opinions we need for the story.
Educating maybe somehow in our writing.
Reaching out and expressing ourselves in words.
Writers are people who picked an occupation that is hard, but in reality is fun for we get to be any profession we want from teaching to nursing to art and music just about anything. It is just the choices a writer makes to share stories.
About the Creator
Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Thunderstorm and Rain
Who doesn't like a good thunderstorm? When you were little your parents probably told you it was God moving furniture around or bowling. As an adult we know it is just two air masses clashing together the hot and cold of it. I still like the idea of moving furniture around or bowling. That would mean to me that heaven will be a better version of what is here.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH12 days ago in Critique
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth3 days ago in Fiction
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Writing is really great