Getting better at writing
is the easiest thing you
could do on YourQuote.
Come work on your
writing with me.
Let Ms. Editor come
to your rescue!

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He wrote his life.
She edited, beautifully!

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I'm the story...
She is my editor...
#mistake(correction)

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#MissEditor to the Rescue

Don't forget to ask for your free professional edit!

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If I were your editor,
I’d crop out the pain,
Heal the scars with soft touches,
Adjust the brightness to let your happiness shine,
Enhance the contrast so your strengths stand bold,
Saturate your days with joy and color,
Sharpen your focus on dreams worth chasing,
Blur the noise of the past,
Clone out the doubts that shadow your light,
Mirror the side you adore most,
and layer every moment with love and warmth.
Because in this love,
You’re the image of true love
And I’m just the tool
Helping you see it clearly ❤️

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For 22 years,
She wrote a book called 'I'.
In a while, he edited it as 'we'.
Finally, they published it as 'love'.

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यदि मन के भीतर ये कुछ कुछ ना होता
तो बाहर संसार में इतना सबकुछ ना होता,
इस अनंत स्थिर अंबर में धरती सूरज चांद तारों का नाम ना होता,
फिर जीवन भर की ये रामायण ना होती,
धर्म अधर्म बीच महाभारत ना होता,
यदि मन के भीतर ये कुछ कुछ ना होता🕉️

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Muse over something.
A little thing, a big thing or anything
you might find when you look around.
Maybe, a chunk of cheese you lay your hands on,
at an aisle in the adjacent super market.
Gather all your thoughts about it.
Jot them down.
The bill you carelessly stuffed in your wallet would do.
Let the editor take a back seat while you're at it.
Shoot a myriad possible questions to yourself.
Like
what does cheese remind you of?
Sandwiches?
What do you stuff them with?
Mashed potatoes and peas?
And generous cheese?
When do you gorge on them?
Sunday mornings?
There's no need to scrabble your mind for
the trickiest vocabulary you once burdened it with,
when you enrolled yourself for Online English classes.
Rather let words spill as involuntarily as
your senses would.
Losing your mind over over written, illegible draft like
your windswept strands of hair while you ply on a public bus?
Now is the time to summon the editor,
reclining in the back seat.
"Sunday mornings smell like
piping hot sandwiches laden with
mashed potatoes, peas and cheese galore
wafting across bed room to awaken you
from your dreams
painting rainbows and horizons
for a bit too long."

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कभी हमारी शारियो में,
वो शब्द ही कहा थे।।2।।
जो हमारी आंखों,
ने बयां कर दिए।।2।।

💢Sslyf..

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The manuscript of living is rarely read by an editor.

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