Creative Writing: Wally Lamb, Karen Thompson And Marcus Zusak

Each Author is unique they write about many different pieces, but they all have this set of principles they go by. Every author thinks about these four main concepts when they write and they are audience, genre, context, purpose. They first think about who will want to read their work so try to establish an audience. The Author next has to determine what their writing will be. They have to decide whether it's science fiction or any other, but they understand it important tell the genre of the work. Authors cannot be all over the place they are focused on one specific tone. Next authors contemplate why to write at all there must be a reason that is true, they all written for a purpose each author has one. Authors often write in troubling times for them like

Every author has a different writing style in comparison. They convey their messages in multiple ways; using different tones to evoke certain moods on their readers. Some authors use a few different ways to catch their audiences attention; persuading them using logic, ethics and emotion.

Every writer has a particular way to describe their writing. Whether they describe it as a form of telepathy like the distinguished author, Stephen King, or as a painting like the renowned author, Annie Dillard, an abundance of writers can compare their process of writing to something. Even I have some way to describe my writing, I believe it is like being an architect creating marvelous building and cities made of words. This paper is meant to explain the writing process of the two aforementioned authors as well as outlining my own writing process. By comparing and contrasting the different metaphors used by each author one can see how similar every writer is to some extent.

I was here I was walking threw the amazing wooden doors into the most fantastic park. I was standing on the floors of the GREAT WOLF LODGE. I was there with Amanda, Lyla, Calista, and Kira. We all quickly walked over to the check in desk so that we could get our wristbands and bust over to the water park. There were about one, two, three, four five people standing in front of us. While we were standing in line there was an amazing window that was huge and we could see every person and every ride in the park. We saw one of the biggest slides there we say the most crazy slide it was called HOWLIN TORNADO. We finally got to the front of the line and we were ready to get our wristbands on. The manager slipped on a teal waterproof wristband the said “GREAT WOLF LODGE”

Flich shrugs, innocently, as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, tossing it to Walker. Considering they don’t have money, it’s most likely food. Probably candy, a rare thing in this city and that old dog does have a sweet tooth. I’m surprised all his teeth are still intact. “Well, that escape plan of yours was completely suicidal. It was easy to make a small wager.”

Although each author used different techniques to establish their writings, I found that each of them however were still very effective at getting their points across and creating a well written story. Authors may use different formats, tones, and organize the stories differently but these distinctive differences in their writing are what sets them apart from each

Stephan King an American author on horror, supernatural fiction and fantasy novels share his thoughts on writing and how to become a good writer. According to him the secret to be a good writer is in the writing and reading by itself. Per Mr. King you need not only to write and read, but you need to enjoy doing it. As he wrote there is no short cuts and easy way to become a good writer without writing and reading a lot. Reading of anything good or bad books will help the future writer to find and develop his style. Per Mr. King the bad books were even more helpful for him, reading them helped him to find out what mistakes not to make in his writings. He said how reading a poor prose as Asteroid Miners show to him what not to do in his books. The author said that is one of the first books and was kind of inspiration for him to start writing. King said after he finish the book

Boggs guides Finnick and me out of Command, along the hall to a doorway, and onto a wide stairway. Streams of people are converging to form a river that flows only downward. No one shrieks or tries to push ahead. Even the children don't resist. We descend, flight after flight, speechless, because no word can be heard above this sound. I look for my mother and Prim, but it's impossible to see anyone but those immediately around me. They're both working in the hospital tonight, though, so there's no way they can miss the drill.

Dr. Mickey Canuck worked viciously on his cure for cancer. He knew that when he finished the cure, he would get to drink a full liter of pure Maple Syrup. Suddenly, there was a loud crash! in the back of his lab. He knew what horrifying creature it was.

I woke up to Mickey screaming from her room. I rolled over and of course, Witney was gone. I rolled out of bed and went to her room. "Da da," she said when I walked in. I picked her up and she snuggled into me. "Momma?" She asked looking for Witney. "Momma's at the studio," I explained. "Me go," she said. "We can go see momma today," I said,"let's get ready." I put Mickey in a white onesie with a light blue Cinderella slipper on it and blue bloomers with white ruffles. I put a light blue bow in her hair and started to cook breakfast. I got Mickey and I breakfast and we headed to the studio.

“So you know who she is now? After not remembering her when we were children? She lived with you and Valentine until you both turned 8 years old. Father moved her to live with me until she turned 10. That’s when he sent her to Maxine Graymark. Father had Crystal’s memory erased so she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone. That’s when Maxine moved Crystal here. She didn’t want Crystal to be dragged into the Shadow World, but she wanted her to be able to have knowledge of it so she could protect herself. Then that Warlock over there decided to train Crystal how to fight and told her all about the Shadow World. Honestly it saves me a lot of time having to do that myself, but now it will make it harder to continue my plan.” Sebastian says.

I'm a senior graduating in May. In my four years at LSU, I've not felt more inclined to nominate a faculty member for an award until I took Dr. Sheehan-Dean's class. He is a phenomenal professor that's engaging and accessible. He goes out of his way to help students and gives detailed feedback on all assignments. He doesn't take attendance, but he's such an excellent lecturer that his classes are always full. His expertise with the Civil War, in my opinion, is unmatched, and he communicates that knowledge clearly and effectively.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “No, actually, I didn’t. And that question just goes to show that you know nothing about him.”

Marcus scaled the steep mountain hill, thick gravel shifting around his feet, creating small landslides down behind him. The moon was out, and casting white rays through the thick canopy above, giving him just enough light to stumble his way up. Marcus lived alone, on the outer edge of a small village, enjoying a quiet, mostly self sufficient life. From his cabin far below he had spied bright white lights illuminating streaks across the sky, flowing like rivers from their unidentified source at the peak of the mountain. He had found himself enthralled and unable to resist investigating, despite his better judgement pleading against it. He had no one to tell of his going, so he had begun the journey almost immediately after his initial spotting of the strange

Ryder Collins is a smart, and youthful high school senior at batesville high. He has a heart full of love and a head full of adventure. Late one night when Ryder was walking through the graveyard near his house he heard a horrific scream that he thought sounded like a young girl. Ryder became frightened and started to run, as he made it to the exit of the graveyard he saw what looked like someone sleeping in a pile of leaves. Just like everyone would, Ryder became curious and decided to check it out. As he drew near he started to regret ever even entering the graveyard that evening. But Ryder couldn’t resist a mystery, so he kept walking. Finally Ryder got near the pile of leaves and saw something that he never thought he would see in all his