A writer’s voice is a creative reflection of the writer on the page that sets their writing aside from other writing. It is one of the most powerful tools by which a writer engages and keeps the attention of their audience.
Here are five simple, easy, and effective ways to find your writing voice and more fully cultivate your creativity.
Hi, in #writephoto prompt this week we have the extraordinary photo above of giant chess pieces, focussing on the red king, https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/writephoto-chess/ This inspired my poem below entitled ‘The Battle’, thanks for looking 🙂
Is it time for the Master of Arts to hand over to the younger generation? Maybe, if the creaking is anything to go by. My poor back aches at the thought. Read more of this fun entry by Jemima.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was the best because he had a job, for which he might even get paid. Having a job was better than nothing. Nothing equalled painful, hungry, disgusting, and sometimes even dangerous.
It was the worst of times because he was lying on his back on flat wooden boards, twenty feet in the air, painting.
Do you think that was a good job? Lying on your back, hardly able to shift position, trying to do intricate details in the most marvellous impression of gaily dancing women surrounded by cavorting dogs … and the paint is dripping into your eyes, into your hair, up your nostrils and into worse parts.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a white plaster ceiling with beautiful artistic carvings in the centre is a painting featuring angels and the odd animal.
Ceiling
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Every dog owner knows how wise they can be, but it’s captured magnificently in this tale of gods and dogs by Pankaj Kumar
As I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but marvel at the intricate carvings that adorned the plaster. The soft white color of the ceiling gave the room a serene ambiance, and the artistic carvings at the center were a testament to the skill of the craftsman who created them.
But my eyes were drawn to the painting in the center of the ceiling. It featured some gods surrounded by intricate details, and there were two dogs flanking them. The colors were vivid, and it seemed like the gods and dogs were alive and in motion.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a white plaster ceiling with beautiful artistic carvings in the centre is a painting featuring angels and the odd animal.
Ceiling
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Who would’ve thought we’d be famous. I told you the Master would include us in one of his masterpieces one day, and here we are. Yes, here we are. You don’t sound very enthusiastic. Sorry. I can’t help it. Just look at all those people below looking up at us in awe. Isn’t it wonderful?
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a white plaster ceiling with beautiful artistic carvings in the centre is a painting featuring angels and the odd animal.
Ceiling
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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a white plaster ceiling with beautiful artistic carvings in the centre is a painting featuring angels and the odd animal.
Ceiling
If you’d like to join in with this prompt, please see the link below:
A little bit of love goes a long way as we find out in Di’s terrific tractor tale:
It was love at first sight, if you believe that machinery has a soul. The little red tractor worked his heart out to impress the little yellow tractor in the next field. His Boyo would jog up to the driver’s seat, climb aboard, and gently turn the key as he spoke words of encouragement to start the day. Boyo was a firm believer that if he treated his equipment right, they would never let him down, and thus it was as the little red tractor started first time, was regularly maintained and cleaned, and in bad weather, given shelter in the big barn. The little yellow tractor always looked forlorn as she was left out in all weathers, coughed and spluttered having been shouted at and cursed by her Bozo, and struggled to cope with the land she was expected to till. The little red tractor was dismayed to see the little yellow tractor with a FOR SALE sign on her windscreen.
A cute story with a surprise twist by Jemima Pett:
The red tractor went around and around the field. It wasn’t the corn field, that was next door. He’d be going there next.
In this field, he went carefully around the tracks laid down early in the year during the seed sowing. This was a root crop. The tractor had to follow the lines of the previous run so as not to damage the plants. They might be beetroot, they might be mangelwurzels. Those were for the cattle and sheep and pigs through the winter. The beetroot was for nice warming soups in the winter for us. And hot, coated with cheese sauce, for us too. Yum.
This farmer's ancestors with little blest, Have patient with what you have the best: Prepare yourself for the final board With feasts, parties and a thankful note Celebrate the harvesting of grain with a singing song, They stood together and took pleasure all day long.