Archive for March, 2016

 

How far are you willing to go to get your work published? Are you willing to break your morals and maybe your comfort zone in writing? Are you willing to let someone else dictate what you write? Are you wanting to write your book or someone else’s? The real kicker, or what I’m really trying to ask is this. 
Are you writing for yourself or are you writing to be famous?
  

Your writing isn’t fodder for the cows and certainly won’t capture anyone’s attention if they aren’t into it. And guess what? If you aren’t into it, they won’t be into it. 

Another reason not to write just for filler words unless you happen to be that kind of writer like much of journalism. I have nothing against journalism, in fact, I love seeing how a writer can draw you in knowing exactly how to read his audience. It’s impressive and it takes skill. The only problem I face with journalism is that I want to draw you into the world that I’ve created and put your eyes to the scope that I’m peering through. 
  

I know that my life is a series of ups and downs and people come and go in and out of it. Life happens and I have to get over it. I’m a highly dramatic person and love a good bit of theatre in my life to an extent. The problem that I’m faced with is that I care so much about things that it affects my mood drastically and it isn’t healthy. Take breakups or friendship betrayals or petty things that someone has said or a particular weird character or even that fuzzy feeling. I take it and I mold it. I scribble and scratch and fill up the pages until my fingers ache. And then I move on. 


Writing is my outlet and however busy I get, I still need that outlet. Anyone can be a writer. Anyone can be technically a good writer. I want to be the best. I strive to be the best but I also know that my writing is something that God gave me from the beginning. I can’t ignore it and I don’t think I would want to live without it. It fascinates me. I love learning and practicing it. I love notebooks, writing prompts, new pens, coffee and tea shops and all things snug and ink smelly. (Hopefully all you writers get what I mean by that and don’t think I’m just eccentric :P) 
My point is, writing shouldn’t be just about pleasing an audience or just getting an audience. Maybe your calling is the gossip column in the newspaper or magazine and that’s what you really love to write but honestly, I feel like even if I didn’t have any audience at all, it wouldn’t affect my ability to write. I don’t thrive off my audience. I enjoy it; it makes me so happy to know that someone enjoys reading it and catches a glimpse of what I’m portraying. But it isn’t about the looks that people give you but what you have to say. I want people to read my work and know just why I wrote it. I want it to pierce their soul and leave them thinking about it for days or years. We are but simple humans, bound to this earth mortally. You may remember me in heaven but not everyone will. But they may remember something that lives on. 

My ideas and words. 


I want you to have that gut surge when you read my book and ask yourself why you felt that way. I want to awaken something in you that you didn’t know you had. I want to strike home with you and have that connection. I want to give you not just binoculars to see through my eyes but get up close and personal through every fear and joyful moment. 
I want to hand you the glasses to my life and world. 


   

 

Xoxo,
Ella 

 

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Ha! Jokes on the title when you come here thinking it’s more advice and then you realize that I’m just as lost as you are.
When publishing for your own book, you use social media, hashtags, friends, connections, maybe get an agent eventually and try to make it.
But how on earth do you become such a legend when it’s by yourself? I need advice y’all and I need it from all you writers and publishers out there and even if you have agents or publishing houses you know would look over or just critique my writing to be something. I want to finish this book this year and get on with self publishing if the agencies don’t work out.

Send help.
I need y’all’s help.
Xoxo,
Ella

This is my begging face, y’all