22 Questions to Ask Before You Write a Single Word To write successful copy, you need to know as much as you can. It goes beyond reading background materials, reviewing old marketing pieces and doing some cursory research on the Web. You need to get inside peoples' heads. Start with your clients. They ... The Elephant Roared And Brought Forth A Turd...Against Democratizing The Mideast ... Why Do We Publish? A major "character" in Mark Salzman's first autobiography is his father. Sometimes his father paints. But his father hates painting. He likes it when his painting is done. He likes having painted. But the act of painting itself is, in his opinion, a big ...
part 3: The Bird Jogging
caring to precaution towards the chance of on looking eyes of others I sat with sore tight knees, my pants printed with the dirt of the path. I noticed a dusty sparrow fluter near me, it's small plump body leaping with its hops on it's two thin legs. Small round black eyes, as hard a stare as a pebble came from them, the sparrow chirped at me, as it would appear. I looked away, but the sparrow hopped to my knee and persisted in it's chips and peeps. "Shoo bird." I jerker my hand toward it, it's wings fluttered but the sparrow remained gallant and chirped even more persistent at me. It's feathered head cocked here and there then with a flurry of brown fluff it flew away towards a close branch. I found my self standing as I walked towards it, in my indirect gaze I saw a man walking also towards the tree, but as I removed my stair from the sparrow to the man, it was as if he was never there. "A blur in my eye." But as I goggled up at the sparrow once more, the man's vague form moved and appeared again in my indirect side view. I watched as he walked nobly...then as if he were a ghost...passed through the tree's trunk to the other side with out even a notice. "Sir? Can I help you...are you lost?" I would never of spoken to a stranger before, but a stranger had never been as strange as this. The man's head turned towards my direction, the feeling made the hairs on back side my neck bristle to a chilling stand, for I could not see him very well in this manner, and it appeared as if a apparition's blank face stared through me.
... to be continued part 4: Strange Glance About the Author inspired when I forget, lol
