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Agreed. Sometimes, I'm so focused on orders on the job board or deadlines, that I forget that I need to take care of myself as well. Remember, you can't pour from an empty cup.

By Top Girl studio.

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Hey, hey, hey, everyone! It's Monday (evening on my end), and a new week is a fresh start. I'm going to work on a few writing orders today, but I don't have any tight deadlines, so yippy-skippy lol!

Regardless of what's on your agenda, I hope it's an amazing writing week for all of you! 😊

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Swamped With Work, But Still Swimming.

Just keep swimming? Or just keep writing? ;) It's Sunday, and I don't normally work weekends if I can help it, but I fell a little behind over the week... so here I am. It's okay though. I didn't have anything else planned for the weekend, other than running an errand yesterday, so I'm fine with working today. I'm kind of swamped with work. Here's what's on my plate: - Finishing up a 4,000-word order on a kitchen appliance. I have already written over 2,000 words, so I have no doubt I'll finish it tonight. It's due on Tuesday, but I would rather submit it before the weekend ends. - Completing a 700-word order on home decor/furniture. I've been receiving work from this client at least once or twice a week for several weeks now, so I found my groove with writing it. It's due by 3am (tonight into tomorrow), but I know I'll get it done on time. And that's what's on the agenda today. If you're writing anything this weekend, I hope the gears are turning well! As for me, I need to stop procrastinating and get my work done. :)

Take breaks when you need to, but don't give up.

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I write all the things I don't have the courage to say out loud.

I Hope You Have A Great Writing Week!

Hey there, everyone. I wanted to post something besides a reblog, but I’m also too tired to get into past experiences and whatnot with writing. So, I’m simply going to wish you all a great writing week. I hope you meet all your writing goals, but if you don’t, please don’t be hard on yourself. Tomorrow is another day, and there is always next week. I just want you to love what you do and do what you love. Take care, fellow writers! :)

Regardless of what you're writing, I hope you all have a great writing week! :)

“Rule one, you have to write. If you don’t write, nothing will happen.”

— Neil Gaiman

What I’ve Learned As A Freelance Writer

Hello, hello, helloooo. I hope you’re all doing well. :) I’ve been freelance writing for over 10 years, and I thought I’d share what I’ve learned as a freelance writer.

Don’t Put All Your Eggs In One Basket I’ve seen websites go under, and I’ve had clients disappear on me. It used to send me into panic mode, but I’ve learned not to put all my eggs in one basket. Now, I always make sure I’m on enough writing teams and keeping in touch with my regular clients. I also bookmark other freelance/content writing websites to research as needed. Always Do Your Research Sometimes, a writing website sounds too good to be true because it IS too good to be true. Whether it’s for blogging or content writing, you should always research a website and/or ask for opinions before diving right in. At least that’s what I do. Don’t Be Afraid To Try Something New Even though I had an account for years, it took me until 2018/2019 to even post a gig on Fiverr. It was different from the websites I’m used to, so I wasn’t ready until then. I’m glad I made that leap because that’s where I land some of my writing clients. The same can also be said for joining new writing teams and websites, or taking on a new client. If it’s possible and legit, do not be afraid to take the leap because it could lead to something great. However, Learn When To Say No When my Fiverr gigs started picking up traction, I would try to do anything. If I didn’t feel qualified? I’d turn it down. If I was already swamped with work? I would do it and cut it close to my deadlines, or I’d pull an all-nighter to get things done. I’ve learned when to say “no” and/or put up my away message. It’s good to be productive, but you don’t want to overextend yourself and risk burnout. It’s Okay To Make Mistakes - But Make Sure You Learn From Them When I first joined Textbroker, I made a lot of comma mistakes because I wasn’t knowledgeable in the AP Style. I went from avoiding commas (unless I was sure I was right) to taking the time to learn how to properly use the commas. If I’m unsure of anything in general, I hit up Google to double-check it. I also read out loud when proofreading, and I proofread my longer writing orders twice. You’re a human being. You’re going to make mistakes, and that’s okay, but you want to make sure you learn from them. Write Outside Your Freelance Work It’s good to write for fun and as a hobby. I run this blog, as well as a grief-related blog (because I lost my parents) and a fan blog for my favorite band. I’m a member of MyLot, and I have multiple online/offline journals for sharing my thoughts. Write outside of your work. Express yourself. Keep the creative juices flowing. And mostly, don’t lose your passion for writing.

Those are just a few things I’ve learned as a freelance writer, and I hope they help you to grow into the writer you wish to be. :) What have you learned as a freelance or creative writer?

Quotable – Stephen Leigh

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I’m Looking For Legit MTurk Alternatives

Hello, everyone. I'm going to share a short story followed by a question.

Around 10 years ago, I started doing various tasks on Amazon MTurk. It was a nice way to make a little extra money, even if it was just spare change. There were even times when I could find short writing-related tasks. Basically, I enjoyed my time there because it was nice to change things up every now and then. Then one day, I was told they couldn't verify me, so I couldn't use MTurk anymore. I even contacted them a few years later to try again, which they allowed, and they still couldn't verify me. I honestly have no idea why because I sent everything they required, but unfortunately, I figured I should just throw in the towel. So here is my question, does anyone know of any legit MTurk alternatives? I'd prefer websites over apps (but I'm open to apps) that pay via PayPal. I'm not looking for anything that I need a paid membership to use (I don't know if that's a thing with MTurk alternatives, but I just wanted to clarify that one). Please, I'm looking for serious, legit answers only. I'm not going to respond to any spam. If anyone knows of any alternatives, thank you in advance. I'll also search for alternatives on my own, but I thought I'd see if anyone has any experience on any of the websites or apps. Thank you so much, and I hope you all have a great weekend! :)

I hope you all reach your writing goals for this month. Have a good night! :)

A new month has begun.

A new month has begun.

Cheer up this month! :) ⠀

My First Experience On A Writing Website

Aside from online journals and diaries, my first experience on a writing website was Associated Content (later known as Yahoo! Contributor Network). I submitted a few articles here and there in 2009, and in 2010, I decided to start writing and submitting articles to AC/YCN weekly. I’m not going to lie and say that I made a ton of money off those articles. I received upfront payments for a lot of them, as well as monthly payments for article views. What I really received from my time on AC/YCN was (freelance) writing experience. My articles were mainly things such as “Top 5 Toys For Infants” and “5 Craft Ideas For Valentine’s Day” because those were familiar topics for me. My late Father introduced me to “Top X” articles, and I knew of craft projects because I used to work with children. Other topics were local and seasonal, from museums in my area to autumn-themed activities. Even when I moved on from submitting articles for upfront payments to working on other websites, I would still receive a little each month for views, so I thought that was cool. I did try out other websites, such as Triond and Bukisa, but I still preferred Associated Content. Associated Content/Yahoo! Contributor Network has been gone for several years now, but I’m grateful for my time on that website. I feel it helped me to learn and grow as a writer, and I got my feet wet in freelance writing.

Where did you first get your start in freelance writing? If you’re just getting started, keep at it. I know you can gain experience, grow as a writer and reach your goals. :)

Oh, but I'm finished for the night. :)

Lol, welp.

Introduction.

Recently, I realized that I have shared a few posts on here, but I never actually introduced myself. For starters, I'm Tammy! :)

I have always loved writing. I can remember writing stories (alone and with my younger sister) as a child. As a teenager, I enjoyed writing poetry, and I loved the creative writing class I took as a sophmore in high school. Throughout my teenage years and early 20s, I was constantly writing in online journals because I love being able to express myself through words on a screen (or even on paper).

Now, at 37 years old, I am a freelance writer on various websites. I am a member of a discussion website that allows you to practically blog for a small payment (spare change, basically, but a great website). I also have several non-work-related blogs for no reason other than the fact that I wanted to blog. Finally, I recently started journaling offline again, as a way to get my thoughts off my chest, but for my eyes only.

I've often said that if I won the lottery tomorrow, I'd still take on my writing orders with my clients, and I'd still run my other blogs for fun. I would get bored otherwise.

Writing as always been a part of me. Being a writer is who I am.

I am not sure where I am going with this blog, or what order my experiences, memories and thoughts will be posted in. It's just a way for me to share my journey as a freelance writer, and as someone who enjoys writing for fun.

Speaking of which, I have an order on Fiverr to work on soon. I hope everyone reading this has a great day! :)

I'm a freelance (content) writer, and procrastination and I like to battle it out weekly. This week, I'm determined to win the battle. Sooo, let me get off of Tumblr and other social media platforms and get back to work. :)

Pandora Rosier had always loved Regulus Black. Was always going to love him.

It was a fact, woven into the very fabric of the universe. Written into the same stars they had spent so many nights looking at together, back when life had been simpler.

It was one of the only things pandora was sure of. Juat as she knew that the sky was blue and the grass was green, she knew that she loved Regulus Black.

He was her best friend, but more than that, he was her brother.

Her protector, her rock, her person.

Pandora did not want to live in a world without Regulus. She never thought she would have to. Until suddenly, she did.

Because Regulus was gone. He was gone and their was nothing she could do about it.

I really wanna write a fic about regulus and Pandora’s friendship throughout their lives, starting before Hogwarts and ending with Pandora’s death so if anyone has any ideas or headcannons about them I really wanna hear themmm!!

ooh the gays, I love them

I'll drop some random lore about this kiss. So, at the beginning of the story they were dating, but Núbia have some "angry problems" and she hate it. Nora is not a very sensitive person and she know about her girlfriend situation, but it continues being exhausting over time.

When Núbia realized that Nora was feeling bad because of her, she felt extremely guilty for making the person she loves bad, and being anxious and paranoid the way she is, she thought it would be better if they broke up and moved on, separated for a while.

At the end, Núbia didn't think about explaining the situation, which made Nora feel insecure, thinking that she had done a lot of things wrong. She felt very bad, both because of the unresolved breakup and because of being the person she loves. A few months later, Nora met a person who was very kind to her, which made her think she was in love with him, when in fact she was "transmitting" her love for Nubia to him.

At one point when she was talking to a mutual friend of the two of them, she realized the shit she was doing. She talked to her current boyfriend and he was very understanding (in short). When she went to send a message to try to talk to Núbia, she had already sent a message to Nora asking them to meet.

I won't explain much for now, but when they met, Núbia had her mouth in the right place and could finally speak on her own. She didn't even let Nora say anything and started explaining the whole situation and how she loved her.

Before she can finish, Nora pulls her into a kiss, where they are both extremely relieved and happy. They continue talking until Núbia's mouth returned to the right place (which was like, in the middle of the night), and as they were both almost falling asleep, they lay down and slept together, becoming a super cute and happy couple again.

(I won't tell why Núbia's mouth isn't in the normal place right now, I think I need to show you guys more characters before this)

^How I am currently, waiting for the right moment to drop my new post and brigerton rewrite

Introduction of the blog

Hello pleasure to meet you all !

My name is, honnestly, whatever nickname you cancome off with this blog and my pronouns are they/them :)

I'm part of the epic museum sys ( discovered as off November. It's actually not even the right person writing this ). So this will all get updated soooon

This blog isn't a place where I intend to be the most active (barely understand tumblr lol) but where I'll talk about my writing and rewritting stuff !

I also already want to apologize for like all the grammatical fault I'll do, English isn't my first language.

My first rewriting project will concern the Bridgertons, more on that here :

X and here X

I’m gonna get accepted to Ao3 this weened. Just you all wait.

writing an essay for exams

I wroted

Ehehehehehe trauma poem

Trying to get all my world building ideas down on paper is hard. my head hurts. They're all in there it's just the act of putting them down on the page that's hard cuz I'm like it's really simple there's not that much to put down. Then a little while later I look back up and I've written three pages of world building notes and I'm still not even close to done.

Chat I think we as a writing community lack in diversity.

Now I’m not talking about something like reader inserts with different genders and skin colours, because yes we do lack that but that’s another topic, I’m talking about fic IDEAS.

Things like one shots are getting kind of repetitive, most people focusing on the smut aspect of them when I think fandoms could explore so much more. And this is NOT me saying everyone’s writing looks the same, nor is it criticism on writers because I LOVE what yall do for us readers.

I’m talking about how when I want to consume something from my favourite media most of it is smut and it’s not even actual good smut that shows deep connections and trust between characters it’s just flesh out smut. What happened to creative scenarios and one shot scene guys can we bring back things like

“character x character based reader”

“Character x Reader *insert scenario*”

Where has all our creative literacy gone because half the time it feels like booktok has invaded my tumblr with their ‘steamy🌶️🥵🌶️🥵’ spice.

This isn’t meant to come off at authors btw this is just a little rant I absolutely LOVE fanfics and what the authors do for us readers it’s AMAZING just wish we had less repetition and hardcore smut somwtimes😓🫶

Ok so my fics are basically dead and I’m trying to re get into twst so I can continue that but I don’t really have a lot of motivation for big things like a story. I normally fixate for like a week then it does down but I do still want to write so I’ve decided.

I’ll do oneshots, imagines, head cannons, things like that!!

It’ll keep me active and it’s small enough so I don’t lose motivation easily. I will still try to write my swan lake fic but it’ll be a while.

I just wanted to come on here and see what others think of this before I fully commit to it.

Sorry if I’m disappointing anyone but I’m really trying to get motivated so it’s hard but small pieces of writing will still allow me to be creative so this is my solution.

Agin sorry if people are disappointed but ye🤷‍♀️

To Adora, From Elliott

To the little girl, I used to be do you remember all those nights when you would stay awake Thinking up all those far away dreams You would stare up at the ceiling planning out how you would do it all

All those years you spent taking care of everyone else Watching your siblings,  making sure that they had the childhood you never had. Giving up on all those dreams you had made for yourself Handing them over to your siblings,  thinking that maybe they could let them grow. Planning on becoming their superhero, Ready to save their day, Shielding them from all the screaming, The sharp words being thrown like knives. Giving them a haven from the flying fists and broken doors.

But darling I promise you Your life will not have been wasted. I will following your footsteps saving the kids  from those monsters that lurk around them. I will keep themself, and make sure they grow

Remember all those nights you would make promises Between you and the world outside that shitty apartment window Telling yourself it would get better, rehearsing it so much it was branded in your heart and brain Telling yourself those thoughts would go away That you could wake up And be the perfect daughter You would wake up and be a girl and believe it Your body would no longer feel so wrong

Spending all those nights and early mornings Praying to that god you were so hopelessly clinging to Begging him to make it all make sense Those thoughts stuck circling in your head All the worries and fears that had kept piling up Tangling themselves together

you were right when you said you’d never see twenty-seven You weren’t even able to see yourself as a teenager The image always seemed so far off, Just out of reach  a dream you always had each night but always leaving in the morning light Leaving you with just tiny pieces of it.

You had been off by a few years though There was never a sweet sixteen for you No birthday presents and a new car. You had been long gone before that.

You had barely seen fourteen, Eighth grade was your last.  But I think you knew that. I think you had come to terms, Knowing that you would die soon. But that’s how you were always giving, giving, and giving. So I guess it wasn’t that big of a surprise.

What would you think of me now if you saw who you became Would you be proud? Proud that I finally found myself That I had finally realized who I was Would you be happy? Happy that I had made it this far, That I was able to finally make it to sixteen, even though you didn’t?

Because for me to make it, You had to die, I had to kill every part of you. I had to be the one to hold that pillow over your head, I still have the scars from those scratches you gave me. I carry them like war paint, showing the world how I was born.

I had to burn that name you carried for years,  Burning it to ashes, spreading them to the world. The name you carried on your back like a shield or a burden Depending on how you looked at it.

I cut off those beautiful brown locks that you loved. Those curls littered the floor of the bathroom,  while chopped them off with some old kitchen shears. That beautiful brown color was bleached and turned any color besides that natural tone.

Your skin that was then envy of your family I covered in scars and marks, making it match the way we both had felt. Making your family no longer love it, turning it into something they no longer wanted to see.

I took the breasts that you had always hoped for, And had chopped them off, leaving your chest barren and scarred making it easier for me to live, no longer have those things as a reminder as to who you used to be, while it had made you cry out in shame, for you had lost the things you had been hoping would make you feel as if you belonged in your skin.

but my dear adora, I hope you realize that nothing I had done to this body, that was once yours, was in malice or hatred.  it was just something I had needed to do, for me to live happily. please remember I’ll love you forever, my little girl of grey. rest well knowing will live this for the both of us, taking those chances you never did.

always and forever, Elliott Mars Parker.

Take this body I'm imprisoned in,

This prison of flesh and fat

encasing me in something that feels so foreign

these breasts, that still haunt me

always stuck on my chest

reminding me no matter what

That this prison I live in is still female.

Take this skin I wear.

That's not light enough for it to be white.

but too white to be black

this skin that’s made of nightmares and scars

reminding me of all these nightmares, I've lived through.

Take these hands that are so rough and cracked.

Never to be soft enough for any of my lovers

where these jagged nails

are torn enough to rip and tear my cracked skin

Take my hair that’s too white.

To hold these curls of my ancestors

but still too black for my mother's beautiful red locks

take my voice.

That still shakes and cracks at the words,

I've had trapped in my throat.

Burning it raw and ragged

Making it so any words that I still manage to speak

are caked in the blood and pain

of the effort, it took to let me free.

if today was my last

If today was my last How would I spend it? would I take in all the little things, gathering all those little details that I have always missed, my head has always been too full of all these things that keep me up at night. Or would I still just float through it all Still just a shell of the kid I once was, all the vibrancy and wonder having left years ago.

Would I go to the library? to collect a few last lines Letting them live on the tip of my tongue. only to set them free with my last breath. letting the feeling of ink on the page, be the last thing my fingertips will feel. the smell of paper and secrets, invading my senses and welcoming me home at last.

Would I go to the school that has hallways I have haunted? having drifted through them, my eyes empty and my brain always too full with all those thoughts. stopping in the classes to whisper a few final goodbyes even though nobody would notice or hear me pausing the disorder and energy in those hallways, for just a few moments, finally letting myself take it all in.

would I go to the forest wherein the deepest part I could lie on its soft grass floor, in the utter calm of it letting my lungs finally breathe in the crisp air, the feeling of its coldness expanding within them. closing my eyes for the last time, finally letting myself feel at peace and safe, hearing the bird's singing floating around me, their cries being the last thing I will ever hear.

My last words will be uttered so softly that not even the wind would hear them, when they escape this prison of my mind, floating away with my final exhale. My last breath will flow out feeling free for the first time, escaping into the world seeing it all.