Hello, my name is Ana. Welcome to my blog! I started this blog to motivate myself to write every day. I embarked on a writing journey to find out all I could about the writing world. There are a lot of techniques and ways to write. However, I enjoy writing because it allows me to share my feelings, experiences, inspirational/motivational things, personal interest stories, as well as writing information, with others. My goal is to write a daily devotional/journal. I am a Christian and have discovered that faith is never losing hope. I welcome your feedback and anything you would like to share. Thank you for visiting.
Writing Class Notes: Beginning Hooks - Strategies to use to catch your reader's attention
1. Begin with a simile or a metaphor. My life has been a carnival. My family is like an open book.
2. Begin with a question. Who is the greatest athlete of all times?
3. Begin with a definition. Amiable is the best way to describe my personality: I am friendly and caring. Perfect is the best adjective to describe me: I am flawless in every aspect of my life.
4. Begin with a quotation. “Learn to laugh” is something my kindergarten teacher told me after Ralph Thorsen spilled paint on my daffodil picture.
5. Begin with a comparison to a well-known person or celebrity. I am as photogenic as Tyra Banks.
6. Begin with placing yourself in the future. In the year 2012 I see myself as a supreme ballerina performing in Camelot at the Kennedy Center in Washington, D.C.
7. Begin with a dilemma. Deciding to attend Hampton Roads Academy, a private school, was one of my most difficult decisions.
8. Begin with a scene. The day of my birth began with Hurricane Charlie pounding at our door in Charleston, South Carolina.
9. Begin with the best advice you have ever received. “Butch, did you practice the piano?” Since I was six years old, this has been a daily reminder from my dear mother. “Be all you can be” has been my inspiration from my grandfather who is a retired Marine Corps colonel and my mentor.
10. Begin with an anecdote. As my cousin and I pedaled our new bikes to the beach, 6 years old, suntanned and young, we met an old, shaggy-haired man weaving unsteadily on a battered old bike.