Inspiration
Some Joe, with Mr. Dickens
Mouthwatering tangs of bacon, aromas of fresh ground coffee, and the seducing scent of waffles cooking invaded my nostrils. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of its reception of the luxurious calories, fats, and sugars available at the downtown diner.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Writers
Notion Starting points: Following My Development as an Essayist
As I track the way of wistfulness, my brain meanders back to the weak recollections of my earliest composing try. It was anything but a task constrained upon me by an instructor; rather, it was a flash of motivation that lighted my creative mind and set my contemplations on paper. Considering that early piece, I understand how far I've come as an essayist, and how my style and viewpoint have developed since those suspicion starting points.
By Manjit@6400..2 years ago in Writers
Magic of a Christmas Past
Within the heart of New York City, where snowflakes danced in the crisp winter air, lived a curious 5-year-old child with eyes brimming with wonder and nature full of innocence. This child, Anthony, embarked on a journey that would forever etch a memory of love, family, and the magic of Christmas.
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Writers
Unveiling the Mind of a Cinematic Auteur: Charlie Kaufman
In the world of filmmaking, few names elicit as much intrigue and admiration as Charlie Kaufman. Renowned for his unparalleled ability to bend reality and dive deep into the complexities of human existence, Kaufman has carved a unique niche for himself in the realm of cinema. With an impressive body of work that challenges conventions and explores the inner workings of the human psyche, Kaufman's movies challenge conventional storytelling while inviting audiences on intellectually stimulating and emotionally evocative journeys. Kaufman's impact on contemporary cinema is undeniable.
By Lonel Stanri2 years ago in Writers
The Voice in My Head When I Write
Recently I have started paying much closer attention to the voice in my head when I write. If you are a writer you probably know what I am talking about, or maybe it’s different for you. For me, the voice is the one that reads the words (‘out loud’) in my head as they move from my fingers, through the keys, to my screen. Depending on the topic of whatever particular writing project I am tackling at the time that voice varies considerably. It moves in tone from haranguing lecturer to sarcastic asshole to gentle comforter, and everything in between. Of course finding the words to match the voice is the real trick, or is it the other way around really? The hard part is finding the voice, the right voice for the right application, and then channeling that voice to the page in a way that conveys what the spoken word can, but in (at least) one less dimension. Without the spoken voice and body language that goes with it communicating what you really want to convey, what you really think, can be what feels like an impossible task. The joy of writing for me comes on those few occasions when that task is managed effortlessly and the words on the page and the voice in my head align just so. When that happens the missing dimension(s) disappears, and it is like I am there in the screen with the words talking directly to the reader. Like I have left a part of myself on the page, an imprint of my actual presence, but without all the messiness that comes with physical interactions between strangers. I get to say my peace, the stranger (reader) can take it or leave it, love it or hate it. In either case I did what I set out to do, and they got stuck with a little taste of my voice in their head if only for a brief moment in time. Imagine living with that voice for your entire life. That would suck now wouldn’t it?
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Writers
The Frog Journal
So, it's come to this. You're really going to make me do this, Vocal challengers? I wasn't going to enter this one, thinking I had burned all bridges to that mythical First self-driven scribble. But wait. I knew very well I had that green journal I wrote passionately in for about a week in February when I was nine, buried somewhere. Happened to be in a duffel-bag under my bed, so now I guess we're going to need to muster our patience and let a writer under thirteen Vocalize here. If only in spirit. I will provide a running commentary, not changing names and places, and it can serve as a Getting-to-Know Me piece, for those curious.
By Rob Angeli2 years ago in Writers
Treble Typing
*This piece has been edited, but was originally published on my WordPress site. You can find its first form here which includes resources for finding cover songs. The site was my 'author's website' created as part of my assignments for my MFA program, and the post was submitted as an assignment as well.*
By Hannah E. Aaron2 years ago in Writers
