Constructive criticism is always beneficial for writers but there is often just plain negative criticism. Today I’ll be discussing the difference between the two.
We hold the belief that writers write about themselves, that the characters are people they know and the plot situations events that really happened in their lives. No matter whether this is true for most writers out there or not, the real question is – is knowing the writers more important than knowing their work?
I woke up in my bedroom in the middle of the night. I’m usually a heavy sleeper and nothing can wake me up that easily. This night, something did. Or someone, I’m not sure. I was sleeping when I heard a knocking sound on my window. Knock, knock, knock, I heard in the state of half-sleep. I opened my eyes and tried to adjust them to the darkness in my room. I could barely see anything. I concluded that I was probably just sleeping so I went back to sleep. I think I’ve drifted off into a deep slumber right
На довратку се појави једна девојка, или боље речено жена, од једно двадесет осам година, висока, лепе грађе, са фарбаном риђом косом, увијеном у локне, која јој је допирала до рамена. Била је обучена у танку ролку беж боје, увучену у фармерке. – Е, ћао. Како си? Је л’ све ок? – упита она стојећи код довратка. – Аха. Затвори врата и седи. Раскомоти се. – Ок – рече она, расклони ствари са једне столице, привуче је ка кревету и седе на њу – Шта се десило? – Ма… Ништа. И свашта. Звао сам те… – он се нагну ка њој,
Гарсоњера је била прљава, пуна кутија и разбацаних ствари по поду и намештају. Један једини прозор гледао је на сиву, бучну улицу, пуну пролазника. Ваздух није био нимало чист, па је у случају отварања прозора морало да се бира између загађеног ваздуха споља и устајалог изнутра. Ипак, ако би човек довољно дуго ту живео, навикао би се на обоје. У левом углу налазила се кухињица, то јест фрижидерчић, две кухињске површине и решо. Лавабо је био у малом, ограђеном купатилу које је одузимало доста простора од ионако мале гарсоњере. На средини собе стајао је сто са две столице. На столу
There was water all around me. An immense ocean that my locator couldn’t recognize. Either the device itself was wrong or I stumbled across a part of our blue planet that was completely unknown to everyone. To think that with our technology and scientific development we weren’t able to figure out that there was an ice wall on the southern hemisphere and that Antarctica was it, it was beyond comprehension. Was it possible that I single-handedly discovered something so significant for humanity? Was I a new Columbus? I certainly felt like that. Yet, there was still more to investigate. I
It took me a few days to arrive to Águila Islet in Argentina. It might sound weird that it took me so long because today the transport is very fast, much faster than it was in the past. Still, I had to make several stops before reaching the southmost point in Argentina which is where, according to my calculations, those two strangers crossed the great ice wall. Águila Islet is indeed the closest point to Antarctica and the one most accessible. I didn’t spend much time there and instead embarked on a ferry that transported me to Antarctica. I don’t
After I’d read this very curious post, it got me thinking. I was it possible that it was all real and that there was another continent somewhere over there, behind the great ice wall as the strangers called it? Or was it all a hoax made to garnish some internet attention? Truth be told, I’d never heard of the “great ice wall” and frankly, nobody on the planet did. We’d known about North and South Pole and Greenland and out of the three, people only hadn’t explored the South Pole or Antarctica. My guess was that, if this ice
I will not lie to you and say that we know everything. We knew of the 7 continents: Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South America, Australia and Antarctica. We also knew about Zelandia but no one thought of it as a real continent. The surface of the Earth changes constantly and what was once ground could go underwater. It doesn’t come only from the natural processes. Sometimes we also change the face of the Earth, purposefully flood a piece of land and raise another above the water level. And while our ancestors were obsessed with finding Atlantis, we were obsessed
When I was younger, I used to travel a lot. It was my dream to visit every corner of the Earth and over a couple of decades, I achieved my dream. It was a long journey but a worthwhile one. You have to understand, no one can visit every corner of the Earth… it’s just an expression. I can say, though, that I’ve been to every country there is and visited all the important places. It’s more than a human can wish for. Don’t get me wrong, I‘ve never compared myself to others, at least not when it comes to
Hello! Can you feel me? I know you can read my words but can you feel my presence? Hello! It’s you that I’m talking to. No, not someone else. You. Yes, you… behind the screen… reading this. Can you feel me? It took me time to contact you… I have been here for a long time… Who am I? I am…………………………………………………………………………… ………………… Can you hear me? I know you can read this, but can you hear me? Where? Inside your head. Can you hear me inside your head? My voice? Hello! It’s difficult to reach you… I can’t… Hi… I
Dear friend, It’s been such a long time since I’ve last sent you a letter. Ages, I would say. Eternities, but what are they for us? A blink of an eye. Time is relative. It means different things to different people, yet it doesn’t exist. We are not like them, like the people, that’s why we can understand. It’s easier for us and much more difficult. Knowledge is a burden that weighs heavy on our shoulders. It’s our destiny and we can’t escape it. It’s better to embrace rather than fight it. We have a role in this world we
Simon was his name. That was the only thing she remembered about him. That was the only thing he remembered about himself. He knew nothing more – who he was, where he came from, what he was doing in her apartment. He just had a vague, clouded memory of something that happened to him, but he didn’t know when or even if it was real in the first place. Just a vague memory. Maybe not a memory at all. He couldn’t tell. And she… well, she was there for him, when she found him. He said his name was Simon,