can I join plz

Also does anyone find it difficult to commit to a story? I start a lot of different stories and I need to get better at actually committing to them and finishing them.

@Morgan-I like to write fiction chapter books that have animals in them.
@Amari-Of course you can join : )

I like writing historical fiction.

@Amari: Yes you can join!
@Morgan: I like to write what I call "real life fiction" (I don't know the proper name for it) But pretty much like writing in a modern time era with regular people in everyday life (but with a story plot of course), but it is at the same time fiction. I have started a historical fiction too and I am liking that as well. I have tried my hand at poetry and I guess I do pretty well at it but it is definitely not my first choice of writing. What I like writing the least (and reading) is fantasy. I just can't ever seem to get a good story to come out. I am just not that sort of a person I guess. Oh, with the exception of reading Narnia. Those are really good. :)

yep I start writing a story and then lose momentum. But I have been trying to regularly sit down to write. Thanks it would be awesome to publish a book! :)
Also can i join this group?

@Morgan: Sure!
@Bethy: Well, Stonebriar Mansion has run into a brick wall for the moment, so until it can tear it down, it will not be moving. ;) :b My Civil War book is coming along. I just posted a bit more on the previous page, towards the end, if you would like to read it! :)

There is supposed to be a period after strength. I think my computer corrected it.

Thanks!

@Scarlett that's exciting ! A lot of ppl are moving her especially from California .

and hey, you are gettin' a hold of this here slang talkin'! ;) XDXD

Hi, I got reading through comments and found this group so I wandered through different links until I found the most recent one, I was like ooh a writing group! I like writing as well, and am currently working on some books ish. Can I join? That poem is super cool, I am terrible at poetry but love writing.

Since I'm new,
what genre does everyone like to write on?
Personally I'm a fantasy and sci-fi writer, though I mostly write essays for school. I've also tossed around realistic fiction, however, everything seems to end up turning into superheroes.

Ok I looked and my Book parts start on page 4 of this article.

Your book is sounding really good!

This is the prologue to a fantasy book I'm writing, thoughts?
Beatrieth woke up to the sound of ragged breathing. Ever since her mother had become bedridden, she had moved a pallet into her mother's room, and began sleeping there in case her mother needed anything, or if the twins were coming. It was a week before the midwife said they were due, but anything could happen this close. The midwife also said that her mother would not survive the labor. Beatrieth didn't want to let that happen. She sat up; it was still pitch black out. Straining to listen to her mother's breathing, Beatrieth closed her eyes. Strained and hoarse, the sound of breath being forced out of her mother's lungs made Beatrieth cringe. It was too uneven for her mother to be asleep.
"Mother?" Beatrieth softly asked. "How are you doing?"
"Fine dear, could you get me some water?" Merriane asked. If only my father hadn't gone out with the patrol that day. Beatrieth thought. He would be here now, helping her, doing what I never could. But the goblins had taken him, bleeding and wounded along with all of the party but Phileth whose father had told him to hide in a tree before the goblins had overtaken them. Phileth climbed the tree and was told to stay even if the worst happened. Phileth and Zaren were training to become part of the defense of the city. Once they turned twenty, they would officially be welcomed into the armed force. But that was three years away. Phileth couldn't do anything and watched helplessly as his father, my father and three others, who I didn't know very well were brutally attacked knocked unconscious or slain, and dragged off. Phileth didn't think any of them could have survived. Beatrieth thought about all this as she slipped into the main room of their cabin and filled a cup with water from a pitcher. As she walked back to her mother's room her brother Josephat opened the door to his room.
"Is everything all right?" He asked.
"I think so, just in case don't go back to sleep right away." Beatrieth said.
"Okay, knock if you need anything." Beatrieth's 14-year-old younger brother closed the door. He looks so much like father, Beatrieth thought. Beatrieth entered Merriane's room with the water. The moon had moved so that it was shining through the window. Merriane lay bathed in moonlight her chest lightly rising and falling. Her face looked pinched in pain to Beatrieth, and her hands lay on her stomach. Beatrieth was at her side in an instant, and she gently lifted her mother up to give her some sips of water.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Beatrieth asked, worried.
"I think they might be coming." Merriane said. "It's too early to tell, but you better have Josephat run get the midwife." Merriane gasped, wincing in pain. Beatrieth laid her mother back down and ran out of the room, knocking on Josephat's door on her way to the fire.
"It's time?" Josephat asked, eyes wide.
"She's gone into labor. Run get the midwife." Beatrieth said, as she fanned the coals in the fire pit back into flame. Josephat nodded and grabbing a jacket ran out the door. Beatrieth watched him leave, then started lighting the lanterns in the main room. Grabbing the cooking pot, she filled it with water and put it on the fire. The clean linens were on a shelf, and Beatrieth grabbed them and taking a lantern moved back toward her mother's room.
Three hours later
Beatrieth stood up as the midwife and goodwife Allisona, came out of her mother's room. Their faces were sad and careworn, Beatrieth at once assumed the worst. "Mother?" she managed. Josephat sat up from where he had fallen asleep on the floor.
"She's sleeping quietly, but I'm afraid your mother won't live out the week." The midwife said.
Beatrieth nodded trying to keep from crying. "The twins?" Josephat asked.
"They didn't survive the pregnancy. I'm sorry." Allisona said coming over to hug Beatrieth. "When we've cleaned them up and dressed them then we will hold a funeral. Do you know what your mother was going to name them?" She asked.
"Mother said we could name them. Jarred and Anna, after my father and his mother." Josephat said. Beatrieth was crying into Allisona's shoulder. Josephat turned away wiping at his eyes. Losing their father was bad enough, but their mother and little sister and brother was harder than even that had been. Josephat wondered what his life would look like after his mother had died.
9 months later
Zaren and Phileth were sparring when the news came. Goblins had raided a farm not far from the city walls. They were supposed to go with the guard when something like this happened, but the third attack this week was making governor Corothonial worried and anyone not of age was no longer allowed out of the city. Beatrieth had run into the clearing behind Corothonial's house where Zaren and Phileth usually practiced, and breathlessly said. "There's been another raid. I don't know the particulars but Corothonial, Dan and Reggan, went to help."
"Whose house is it." Phileth asked.
"Farmer Brown. We saw the flames from the wall." Beatrieth said.
"I thought the Browns were quarantining, some sort of nasty flu." Zaren mused brows furrowing.
"They are, I think, but Goblins are Goblins, and your father will always help someone who needs it." Beatrieth said.
"You're right about that, but something feels off about the whole thing."
"We should head toward the walls, see if we can see anything." Phileth said.
"That's a great idea" Zaren said. They raced back through the way Beatrieth had come and climbed the stairs to the north parapet. Smoke was billowing out from the Brown's farm just barely visible through the trees. Zaren sniffed the air and frowned. "Something smells like it died”
“Oh no, I recognize it, remember that cow that got really sick. Its tongue turned black, and it had odd bumps all over. Remember that we burned it? That's what these smells like, burning sick cow. The plague is back... Zaren your dad! He's down there." Beatrieth cried almost hysteric. Josephat climbed down from the tower.
"Do you think it's the plague? He asked
“I’m almost sure of it” Beatrieth said calming some. "What do we do?"
"Zaren, get your mother, she'll know what to do." Phileth said. Zaren was already hurrying down the stairs. Beatrieth stared worriedly out at the farm.
"Someone's coming!" Josephat said. With his keen eyes he could see farther than anyone else in the city. "I think it's the governor. yep, that's Zaren's dad."
Allisona ran up with doctor Runwe and Dran the apothecary. "I sent Zaren to ask his father what happened."
"Given the smell I am almost certain that it is the plague, I would need to confirm, and then quarantine everyone who got sick." Runwe said.
"We're sure to know within a day or so." Dran added grimly.
"Maker help us." Allisona said.
"Zaren and Corothonial are coming." Josephat said. "Do we open the gates?"
"They wouldn't be coming back if they were contaminated. Right?" Beatrieth asked.
“You’re probably right Beatrieth. Well, let us head down and see what is happening.” Allisona said
They met Zaren and Corothonial at the gate. “Is it the plague?” Allisona asked
"Yes, it is." Corothonial said.
"Dan and Reggan?" Dran asked
"They came in contact with Farmer Brown. Thankfully they wouldn't let me go near, but they think they've been contaminated." Corothonial asserted.
"No, not now." Allisona sighed, "Not with the goblins being so bold."

It's a little disappointing, but with all the prices going up in the TX area, it would financially be challenging. We found probably live in a tiny rented apartment, both parents would have to work, and I couldn't take my private voice or acting coaching. Or any other classes for that matter. It would be a jurassic change.

@ Riley, yes the government is better :).
@Belwyn, i've been working on my next TT book. I have no idea when it will be published, but I'm writing it. Thanks for asking!!

Good question. Yes, the cost of living here is not cheap either. Our two bedroom one bathroom is worth a lot of money!! Gas prices here are between 5 and 7 dollars a gallon. The other day it was around $6. 57.

@Riley: Sometimes you have to wait until the end to find the title, I have to do that with school papers. Cool! I haven't finished any books, just some short stories and plays, I am about 7 chapters into the fantasy book, and I want to get it published when I finish it, but I need to figure out how to do that first. :). Thanks
@ all: yeah gas prices have been really climbing, they keep going up and are about $4.50 where I am. Makes it annoying when you have to drive places.

Yeah, I agree with you on titles! That's neat! I hope you get it done and published! I haven't really figured much out on publishing yet. I think we are simply trying to get our book done, and then we are going to find a way to get it published. Hey, maybe "Shelf Published" XD Just kidding. But if you are interested in self-publishing, Scarlett here has done that, and so you might talk to her about it. If going through a company. . . I can't help, sorry!

Yeah same here. We first have to finish the last chapters, and then we have to proofread and proofread and proofread and proofread (and others have to proofread too of course.) before we can even try to publish it! :)

Good job!!!!! The one thing that I saw was that "rapped" should be "wrapped." It sounds really good Great job!!!!!

That was really good! It took me a bit to realize that he was a squirrel, but I missed the first chapter. Sounds like a really cool story! You have a few awkward sentences, so I would read through it aloud so that you can catch those awkward places and make them flow better.

I just wanted to share another tip that I had for writing books. Have a purpose. Before you write hardly anything, simply write down on a paper exactly why you are writing the book, and what your goal for it is. Are you writing it to show others the Light? Are you writing it to give a good historical account of something? Are you writing it to be funny so that people can have a good laugh when they read it?