escritura Club
registrarse
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
And of course, the initial reaction to a título like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, o even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why and how tu should get other people interested in what tu have to say.

Lesson One: Everyone Judges libros por Their Covers

When you're looking to purchase a book in a store, there are several things that a publisher does in order to get tu to buy their book over everyone else's. The most important of these is the cover. It's unfair, and completely against that popular proverb, but a cover is the first thing that a person sees when examining a book. Indeed, a cover can even convince tu to pull the book off the shelf for further examination. That's hook one-- you've caught they're interest, and now tu have to keep them on the line.

But how do tu initially hook a reader when you're just turning in a manuscript? tu don't have a fancy cover to catch their eye, and it's unwise to tweak the font and draw pretty flores in the margins in order to make your work stand out more. What will catch the eye of your publisher is your title. If it's one they haven't heard before, and it's clever, it will convince them to read the first few sentences. So the first most important thing tu can do to get your publisher's attention is inventing a catchy title. If your título is dull and does not invoke anything in your reader, than that's it, you're done. Your manuscript, however awesome it may be, will not get read. So great titles are paramount.

Lesson Two: Summarizing Genius

The segundo thing a potential book-buyer looks at when browsing for a book is the summary on the back of it. If the summarized plot sounds intriguing, odds are the book shopper will begin to seriously consider purchasing the book. I'm sure that you've bought libros before, so tu know how important a good summary can be.

When submitting a manuscript for publication, tu don't have the luxury of providing a professionally crafted summary for them to read first. Sometimes tu might get lucky and be asked to provide an "abstract" for the piece, but not always. So what's the important thing about a manuscript? The first paragraph. The first paragraph, normally exposition (though not always), is the first thing that tells your reader what your story is all about. tu don't have to sacrifice exposition, though, in order to make it action-packed. If the escritura is clever, tu can make the most boring of exposition interesting and mysterious. It's always good to pose a pregunta to the reader in the first paragraph that's answered later in the piece, because the reader will actively buscar for that answer. Mystery is a great hook, so don't give everything away in your exposition.

Consider this famous beginning: "Marley was dead: to begin with."

In that single sentence we know that: A) someone has died and B) that fact might change in the future. This raises several preguntas like "How did he die?" "Who's Marley?" and "To begin with?" tu see how one sentence can easily begin to create the world your reader will eventually be sucked into?

Lesson Three: Buzz

Authors, be they well-established o not, often have other writers and journalists write blurbs for their books. This is the third thing a reader looks at just before she decides which one of the three libros she's picked out based on cover and summary she wants to buy. A blurb written por an established author, o a respected periodical could be the final point that seals the deal. If the reader doesn't trust those words, she always has the sage consejos of her friends to depend on.

Unfortunately, it's the publisher who contacts the other literati in order to obtain blurbs for your story. That means then that tu have to convince the publisher that your story is worthy of superfluous praise. So how do tu do that? tu have a catchy title, a great beginning... How do tu sello the deal?

It's simple: If the publisher has read the complete first page of your story, it is far más likely that he will read until the end of it. That means that in order to sello the deal, tu have to have-- tu guessed it-- an incredible story! Or, at least, a marketable story (there is a difference between quality and marketability, but that's another article). This means that tu have to have rising conflict, a climax, and a clever conclusion. Or, if you're an avant-guarde writer, at least something startlingly unique, even if it doesn't follow the usual format of a successful story.

The Point

I know what you're thinking. Basically, I've told tu that in order to get people to care about what tu have to say, tu have to say something worthwhile, and tu know what, that is exactly what I'm saying. I'm going to be honest with tu guys-- When I see artículos uploaded to this spot o the Creative Outlet spot, if the título doesn't interest me, I don't even look at it. If I do look at it, the first line/paragraph has to keep my interest. por that point, it's far más likely I'll read to the end, because I've already invested a good amount of time into the story.

Generic escritura and poesía about love, hate, angst, death, beauty and destruction are a dime a dozen. That doesn't mean tu can't write about these things, just do so creatively. Use your poetic talents to transform the mundane into a singularity. Work on editing and revising your poesía and short stories to make them más effective. Think of the point you're trying to get across and reread your work a few weeks later to see if it had the effect tu were going for. If not, it needs to be revised. Take constructive criticism to heart. If someone takes the time to critique, they aren't doing it to be mean, they're trying to help you. No one gets it perfect in the first draft, not even the late great Charles Dickens. And everyone needs some tips on how to improve their work.

So keep these three things in mind: Good title, effective beginning, and unique story. If tu remember these, getting published will be significantly less difficult. Good luck on your future submissions, and I hope this was helpful.
added by harold
Source: Brigham Young universidad
posted by RainSoul
What do tu do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do tu panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do tu silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones tu amor them one más time. o because tu know it's futile to fight enviar to the lulling cold darkness besar at your eyelids? Do tu let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do tu float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. tu choose wisely.. tu wake up in a...
continue reading...
posted by xoxpoisonxox
This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while hace for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a reciente event with her friend.

Tell me what tu think!

My mother says tu can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...
continue reading...
Here are the definitions of the words.Read and guess what they are before lectura the right respuestas I write below.

1.It's a person who works in a restaurant,takes the comida from the cocina to the tables.
2.It's a place where tu go when tu want to buy something.It's a very big comprar where tu can buy anything.
3.It's a thing which tu use to talk.It's a kind of machine,it's very small and nearly everybody has one nowadays.
4.It's an adjective.It's the opposite of fat,but means thin and acttractive.
5.It's an adjective again.It's how tu feel when tu have a lot of things to do but tu don't have...
continue reading...
posted by breebree446
 To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
Baby Name Books!

My #1 resource is the baby name book I bought from a thrift store. It's a lifesaver! Not only does it have over 5,000 names but origins, boy and girl names, and alternate spelling. But, if tu can't get a hold of a baby name book there's always...

Name Websites!

Just as good and pretty much the same thing. They have access to millions of names online! One website I find really useful;

link
link - Thanks ellie_bellie135^^

Symbolic Names!

Often, writers give thier characters a name that has a certain meaning. For instance, one of my characters is named Roni. Which is short for Veronica....
continue reading...
posted by lollipopszx3
Rated PG 13.

Chapter 1

I woke up that morning, not even wanting to get out of bed. I was so tired and I had a major hangover from last night's party. I looked down. I was really relieved that I still had my clothes on. I didn't want a repeat of last time. Brianna still isn't over me. She's freaking stalking me right now.

After my head stop spinning which was about twenty minutos later, I got out of bed. God I was a mess. Stupid Ken with a party on a school night. I looked at the clock beside the mesa, tabla and it read "8:30". I really didn't care if I was late. My record could take one más late.

I...
continue reading...
Yeah My friend is escritura something to and its kinda bout the same thing but way different at the ame time.She has it up and sone1 dicho that it was like Twilight. Well tu can say mine is 2 but i starte driting it when i was 9. That was 2000. So enjoy.

Chapter One Truth
My mom drove me to Taylor’s house but no one was home. I really wasn’t surprised. Taylor hadn’t been inicial every time I came. “You can come back later. I have somewhere I have to be, “my mom said. I knew I had to work hard to keep the disappointment off my face. Before Taylor started hanging out with Sam we were attached...
continue reading...
posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, día in and día out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
continue reading...
posted by fanfangirlfan
As I try to think of something, anything to say to him now, I recall the first time I saw Sam outside of school.
It was about a año ago. Tyler was at my house playing with Jen. It was late and they both needed to be put to bed. Their tiredness only resulted in them fighting. I eventually put them on time-outs until Tyler’s uncle showed up. o I thought it would be his uncle. It turned out to be Sam. I opened the door when he knocked and was a little thrown to see him. I recognized him from school, but only as the quiet boy I’d never talked to. His hair was wet as if he’d just showered...
continue reading...
posted by Hades332
SURGE

Surge, a moderately tall teenager wearing an open red shirt, stood in the middle of what was once New York’s Time Square. At first, second, and possibly even third glance Surge did not look like the kind tu would want to have a conversation with. He had a strange looking tattoo that adorned his chest like a necklace. His muscles were toned, and his hair was an unkempt blonde. None of this was what would have frightened someone though. What frightened people were the claws strapped to his wrists. They came to sharp, slightly curved, points that dripped with blood.
Surge stood now amongst...
continue reading...
posted by StarsGoBlue
Coach 
 
Chapter 1: From a mesa, tabla Away

Kids, tu know your Uncle Barney; Scotch, money and women. Those three words pretty much summed up his life. He couldn't ask for a better life. Little did he know, he was about to get a rude awakening. tu see, he had grown accustomed to this cycle, a carousel, if tu will. It spun round and round until his life was completely changed by..."The Coach".



An unforgiving canopy of  charcoal  clouds hung above New York. They seemed detrimental; yearning to release their stockhold of transparent liquid. Rain. That's all it had done for the past week, rain. It...
continue reading...
posted by DxCFan123
"Loser!"
"Bitch!"
"Stupid!"

The 5 girls just kept on yelling insults at Miku.

"Go die in a hole!"
"Ugly whore!"
"Idiot!"

The green-haired girl just stood there, head in her hands, listening to their insults.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!" she yelled at them, and dropped to her knees, sobbing.

"We'll shut up when tu stop being an ugly whore!" the head of the clique, named Lily, yelled back. She laughed and high-fived the girls behind her, knowing she was successful in torturing Miku with words. "Gimme the baseball bat Len has, Luka!" Lily dicho to the pink-haired girl that was uncontrollably laughing....
continue reading...
posted by Kachetes
Rain pour hard outside the sound made me want to stay in cama hmmm I turn to my side and moan
“mom,daaaaaad”my eye start to water my body gave a little shake as if I was cold when I was pretty sweaty with my four blankets on me
“what ?”dad yelled mom turned on the light she rushed to put her hand on my cheek
“whats wrong?"her tone was tired I almost felt bad for waking her up but
“mom I feel sick”my voice sounded just right weak and paimed
“hmmm”after an hora of nonstop preguntas and actuación on my part mom let me in peace
“we`ll be at work while jr. is going to be at school and...
continue reading...
Unexpectedly Jada Larkson found herself on the floor sprawled out like someone who just got shot. She tiredly looked around and sighed. She moved to the side and got up.
she then walked over to her dresser and took out her messy pigtails, then her hair was worse, It stuck out in all directions. She grabbed a brush and moved it through her
silky black curls. She tiredly grabbed her classes and stuck them on her pale freckled face. Then she opened her draw and grabed something random. once she was dressed she
noticed the time 7:55 AM...She slept through the first hour-AGIAN
She quickly put toghter...
continue reading...
I remember the día of September “Mommy Daddy” when my mom and dad and I were walking in a pitch-black dark hallway. I heard screams, crying, shouts my Mom told me there are things in this world we wont understand. She was right I had no clue what was going on here only god did.

My Dad took off his locket that my Mom gave to him he placed it around my neck and let go I felt the cold golden chain around my neck I looked down. At the golden and silver locket I gently held the locket in my hand I pressed a button and it opened up. There I saw a picture of my Mom on the left side and a picture...
continue reading...
Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how tu get thrown into things. The room tu are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. tu must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
    How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from lectura o escritura is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be más like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting....
continue reading...
posted by Buddy8fnj
I looked at my watch, two hours left. The whispers in my head gradually getting louder...I had to get there, I had to try. I walked adelante, hacia adelante into the shack and was immediatly terrified, written in blood all over the walls was "Time's almost up" over and over again, the whispers in my head starting to get louder, and there was a soft humming sound behind it all. I screamed out in confusion, overwhelmed. Then one whisper in my head was finally distinctable, it whispered "don't even try, fool" I tried to ignore it, and looked around the shack for some way, any way to get to get rid of my burden....
continue reading...
posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So this is part 2 i hope tu enjoy!


Alexis sat on the césped, hierba chewing happily on her sandwich, listening to the chatter that was going on around her. Elyon was kneeling not far from her laughing at one of Astrids crude jokes (again), Lily was talking to Rose about some boy in the class above them.Alexis's mind wandered to the time when she was able to talk to the girls and have fun. Like a normall teenager. She closed her eyes, breifly, letting the memories of her past overflow.

A group od girls sat on a large bed, in a large room. Laughing and gossiping. Alexis was there laughing too.The image...
continue reading...
posted by mona_me
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i amor love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
amor is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , tu can't even define it. tu know why? because it isn't there! that's why tu can't say i am in amor and say the same word after two years o two days.
tu see, if it worked with your lover, tu 'll say tu loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
tu are all stupid, lovers!
tu aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
tu may not believe me now, but tu will, in few years in your life.
amor is a legend.
posted by rAsberrStrarS
Taylors strong and muscular tonned shape made him an ultimate estrella in his football career.So it was'nt a suprise that i was craddled to that chest know,as he examined me.
'Taylor,seriously i really don't know how i fell, i must have caught my foot on a loose root o something.you know what i'm like'I spoke as softly as i could with my injuries.
Taylor did know what i was like,most definetly, thats how we met-with me being accident prone.It had been a close call,the first día of school. When Taylor caught me before i tumbled my way down the first hundred steps of our school, outside reception....
continue reading...