Lately, it seems like everyone wants to escape this beautiful thing called life. I think at one point we have all felt frustrations pull us in the direction of misery. There is so much solace in discomfort. It comes almost too naturally. We are human, raw and unforgiven. We ache so deeply, it’s hard to remember how many choices we have. When we can’t live up to the personas we have built, who are we?
Becoming a seasoned writer takes years of experience. After years of schooling, workshops, unpaid internships, and cheap gigs making a fraction of a cent per word, only the strongest spirit can withstand the crushing efforts of the writing industry. It is even more difficult now than ever, with worldwide access to the internet, blogs and social media carve out a niche of self-proclaimed writers with no formal education on the subject.
How do you stand apart as a writing professional when surrounded by writing hobbyists?
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When we are growing up, to prepare us for the first person to have a hold on our heart, people say, “Your first love never really dies.” On June 14, 2007, mine did.
Michelle Ketchum 