Writing Advice, 3 FundamentalsWriting fundamentalsWriting Advice, 3 Fundamentals by manymasksmanyfaces
These are not the only fundamentals of riding but these are the ones that stick out the most to me.
Firstly, you need confidence. This is easily the hardest thing to develop, and without it you may as well not bother like driving a car without gas. Confidence won't shield you when you stick your neck out there but confidence will keep you in the game. It intertwines with persistence. However, without the confidence why persist? The important thing to remember and that is that if you like it someone else will like it.
Second, a writer you has to have self discipline. This is critical because it's one of the things that separate published writers from published writers. Basically, you have to write to be a writer. What I don't do in other words. They say reading is essential to being a good writer, and while that expands your knowledge and reading isn't writing. How can people who read 100 books never write one. Writing is a skill like many others and you got to be a
Alexa and Ciara meet Emily the Blacksmith(this is a sequel to this story of mine, Masks http://manymasksmanyfaces.deviantart.com/art/Masks-tg-trade-441421942)Alexa and Ciara meet Emily the Blacksmith by manymasksmanyfaces
Dark clouds started to fill the sky. Ciara and Alexa walked down the street umbrellas slung under their arms in case rain fell. Alexa wore a white blouse with tie strings out front and a purple felt skirt that reached to her ankles that matched her master’s colors. She also wore brown boots that she wore in the shop to help protect her feet and they were more comfortable on the cobblestone than bare feet by a long shot. They covered her ankles which Ciara insisted she would explain when Alexa was older. It was far more feminine than she ever imagined wearing in her past life, but that was then this is now.
The mask maker apprentice wore her first mask she made. Well, technically she helped t make it but her master Ciara let her keep it. Her first mask, a oval mask that Ciara helped design and paint, with a design of a smiling yellow sun design with the rest a pris
Spirit Animals part 2Sheila followed the stagtaur ripping off most of her tattered clothing save for any that preserved the remains of modesty. Sure, her fur did not leave her completely naked but she could not bring herself to remove all of the tatters. Now she could focus and take the time to appreciate the finer details of her companion. His brown curls bushed under his antlers and flowed down his shoulders. His green eyes pierced like the arrows housed in his quiver.Spirit Animals part 2 by manymasksmanyfaces
"What is your name?" Sheila asked still not used to the small canine inflictions of yelps, yips, and growls to her voice.
"Some call me Cliff Jumper, and others Cliff for short." He answered.
Sheila found his answer a bit skeptical. "And that was always your name?"
"It is now." He answered firmly. "What's your name?"
"Sheila de Rowe Carpenter" She recited with conviction happy to remind herself.
He smiled, "So you are from a family of carpenters by a stream?"
"On my father's side, my mother's families are farmers." She answered unable to h
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1) by MikaAndKuri
Wayne Newton once said “Fate is made up of choice, not chance.” I never bought into fate so much. I never really cared. To me I thought Newton was correct…nothing happens by chance. You make the choice and you determine your destiny. If that’s true though, I’d sometimes have to ask myself if I’ve been making the right choices in life. I never really wanted much out of life. I wanted some quiet though maybe…but that was impossible around my house. Mom was a lawyer who was constantly in and out and working with clients. Dad was a professor of biology at the local college so he sometimes had students in and out to talk with him. I was still just a high school student, getting moderate grades in everything, but my real passion was something mom and dad could never fathom.
Dad always wanted me to pursue something science related or medical! He wanted me to influence and benefit others. He wanted me to go on to medical school or something. Mom wanted