First of all, I really never considered myself a writer. I just write. So that coming out of my chest, I have LOADS of weaknesses.

My first language is not English. And though I teach English language, sometimes it's still hard for me to translate things. My language is just too complicated, that most times, there's not even an English translation to every word.

Adding to that, my lack of vocabulary. I may have read many books but if not put to practice it's hard to remember all. I only speak English here (which is written haha and when working (which is like 4hours every night.)

I only write on/for Prose (well technically for me but Prose as an instrument). I only started writing often when I registered on Prose. I never had training or such. All of the things I wrote here are just everyday thoughts put into poem. I never put effort on it. All are oh-that-sounds-nice-let-me-post-it. All are just in one sitting (or standing). So I get really REALLY insecure when I read posts here. So the likes and comments make me go on a cartwheel. Hahaha. Confidence booster.

Nobody I know personally knows I write. So I don't have anyone to ask if it's good or not. And I depend on gut feelings and you Prosers. So I mean it when I said I love you all and all my virtual hugs and infinite hearts are genuine.

Lack of experience/inspiration. I have a boring life. Compared to the problems around the world, mine's like an atom. So my lack of experience connects to...

Lack of feelings/emotions sometimes. So more often, all my poems are emotionless. Shallow. I try to imagine what it feels like to be on someone's shoes to be able to write with emotions.

I can still think of something more but that'll just bore you.

As for strengths,

YOU are my strength. YOU'RE the gas to my lamp/burner. The light in my dark tunnel. The stars in my night skies. (Hahaha)

I often come a cropper when it comes to writing dialogue between groups of characters. I am strong at descriptive passage, and inventive when linking events, but when dialogue time approaches I fall short of the mark.

For example:

'I thought we'd go out today. We could go shopping and maybe stop off at the park on the way home' said Mom, hopefully, 'What do you think? Great idea, right?'

Eugene shrugged resignedly 'I guess' he mumbled, 'But can't we skip the shopping and just go straight to the park Mom, please '

The look on his face would melt stone, but Mom was adamant.

Do you see what I mean? I don't like the way it appears in print, it doesn't look right to me, it looks disjointed and, well, clunky.

I could use lessons in making characters come alive, in fleshing them out and giving them personality. Off the top of my head I would guess that it's just practise I need, but I tend to give dialogue a wide berth in my writing just because I know how bad I am at it.

Maybe I should read more? That could give me some openers on the subject, because I have stopped reading books altogether ever since I downloaded Prose.

Hmmm. But then, reading on Prose is still reading isn't it.

I guess I just need to practise. What do you think?

Once a upon time,

There was a little girl

Who couldn't hear nor speak

But she has a voice

She could screams,

Even voice of laughters

But she doesn't laughs nor smiles

Because her world is filled with

Silence and darkness

Her heart is void of love

And yet she knew of love

The ground is her chains

Gravity is her cage

And she longs to be free

To fly free, to soar high

For she could almost taste her freedom

But she only could escape

When she reads, or writes

She grew up with a small hope

That burns through her eyelids

Whenever she closes her eyes

Whenever she writes, she opens her heart

She writes what she sees, and feels

Sometimes her English are broken

Yet, it shines with powerful emotions

She painted a moving pictures for you

She painted the flows of emotions for you

So you could see and feel what she saw and felt

For she longs to be understood

Everywhere she goes, she is always

Misjudged and misunderstood

And yet she keeps on trying

For she hopes that one day

That her words of her world will

Forever impact and change lives

For she hopes to bring a world

Together through kindness and love

And that is her weakness and strength

My weaknesses are many and plenty. Starting off with the other things I do first before writing. I do wander a lot trying to write. Then, it comes strongly and mighty, my vocabulary. It's very short compared to what I would like you to read. You see, I love using complex synonyms, unused words from the past. I do that when I write without worrying who is reading, because just one or two or none and I'm happy with it. Their comments are most valuable than a hundred strangers who like your writing just by its beauty but not by the message hidden between my words. I'm such a weird person but that's where I feel okay. They say get out of your comfort zone, do more. Get out off your comfort zone first, then talk and talk loudly with property.

My strengths are my good concentration when I'm willing to write and my writing takes my mind completely. The flow of words are amazing. With a good playlist, my mind has more to offer and suddenly my characters starts talk by their own, making their own paths. My work is guide them to where I want them to go and they go. Nice and neat.

After 30 seconds of careful consideration I've decided to answer this question the way I would if I were being asked by someone in real life. I hate contrived writing so more often than not I think my own answers feel rehearsed but honestly it's just me being contemplative.

My weaknesses are all related to patience with the editorial process. I despise finding and correcting errors myself, but doubly so when someone else finds them.

If I didn't know better I'd think we get egoistic about anything we create because it feels intensely personal. I'm way to into to commas and it has nearly led to fights when someone spots another misuse and says something like, "another comma huh?" Like I went ahead of them reading and intentionally added that comma after the last one bugged them. If I had those kinds of powers I'd be fighting crime.

My strengths, I write about so many subjects that I have to say versatility. A good trick for that is having a strong enough voice to research while you write without it becoming obvious. I might come off as an expert on more subject material than I should but the trick to that is being thorough in your studying. Is my writing actually any good? Who knows? I guess my readers like my books, if it turns out they just like me that's okay too.

~ B.Taylor Author of AlwaysInTao & 18 other books.

Sometimes spellcheck has no idea what I’m trying to write, forcing a google-search for a little help expressing what I mean. It’s obscene how terrible my spelling can be, but I do my best so my readers never have to see. Haunting me through school because I didn’t understand the rules. "GH" makes an "F" sound?

All-around it confused me to the extent I told a teacher flatly, “If someone pointed a gun to my head and told me to spell a big word, I’d be dead.”

My grammar however, is a trickier thing not so easily corrected. I can’t help that my brain doesn’t pause on any given train of thought. Thus no inclination to throw in a comma whilst I rant about my momma.

That was a cheap rhyme for amusement within the serious topic. Myopic understanding at best, relying on computer programs and memorization for the rest. I’d apologize, but I've come to realize the writing is more about the message than the execution-- though brilliance in both can start a revolution.

As for my strengths.... uh... you tell me? Really, if I had to name any I'd just say "creativity" though it's been tough as of late.

|| another-proser ||

My weakness in life, not just in writing, is that I am deathly afraid of finishing anything. It doesn't matter if you're talking about finishing the last dirty dish in the sink, completing a quilt, or editing and perfecting a story; I suck at finishing. I am getting better at it, and I make myself finish at least one project every month, but I am still fighting myself every step of the way. I get in the way of myself, standing around a dark corner with my foot out to trip myself because that's what I've always done.

My strengths are: fierce determination, a love of words, the discipline to commit to writing every day whether I feel like it or not, and deep emotions that I can only express when I'm writing.

I have always loved to read, loved the way a book can swallow you whole and spit you out as a new person. Books have floated me through my life, dragged me kicking and screaming through my life, and whisked me away when I needed it the most. Books have bonded me to people more than dinners together, conversations over coffee, or longs walks through the woods.

And there's love; I have love. Without that, how could I write even the smallest word worth reading?