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@brownies1 You just about wrote a Twitter Novel! A new literary genre, perhaps? Great material, keep writing and share with #writersnotes!
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What is everyone #writing about?! The leaves changing? Your characters first kiss? Write on @writersnotes!
The six year old opened an aged copy of The Giving Tree and a piece of lined paper fell to the floor. "just to say goodbye".
@MassDaddy glad to see you making the transition! a good start, keep coming on over to @writersnotes.
"My mother refused to pay rent again this month but I would not be sold to a man with deep pockets." #writersnotes
@ihuckabee hope you don't mind that I shared that line--phenomenal! I wish I could RT them all to #writersnotes!
RT @ihuckabee "As they spoke, they could look into each other's eyes for the first time. He saw grace. She saw what looked like...a sty."
#writersnotes "Doesn't this look like Emily?" Marc asked, holding up a picture of a jowled balding man. "I made out with her once".
@qsteph nothing better than sharing your own #writing to inspire others. came here before a late night writing-what did you jot down today?
@Kennectto That is a perfect hook sentence! Have you posted that to #WEbook .com? If so, I would love to take a look!
Use @writersnotes AND #writersnotes to share your favorite character, setting or dialogue snippets. Come back when you have #writersblock!
Mrs. Arguilla crammed another glazed doughnut hole into her pink pastel lips and watched the young children play kickball outside.
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She was reminded of long car rides with the windows down, The Police blaring so loud it felt like the car itself was humming along.
@webook @writersnotes: What are your ten favorite sounds? smells? keep all senses open...all the time
@webook First rain in a long time! The perfect night to cuddle up with a pen and your ideas--lets get writing!!
@writersnotes: He pulled into the gravel lot of the peeling motel smelling of burnt toast and hot coffee.
It rained the day of her wedding. 33 years later, on the day of her son's wedding, she smiled as the droplets began to fall. @writernotes
little group of followers, how do we get this party started on @writersnotes? did you see something interesting today! tweet @writersnotes