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Tagline: Serving truth with a side of attitude. I missed this blog. I wrote so many pieces since i started it at the age of fifteen. To mostly write about how mating culture had sold wolves a lie that ends in so many being heart broken. Just because the gods think you’d be perfect for each other, doesn’t mean you will be. To kick off my dusty creek experience i wrote a starter piece. Title: "From Big City Beats to Dusty Streets: A New Adventure Awaits!" Hey, muse squad! 👋

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

He is right. “Okay, well, I guess I could try. I am not exactly sure how well it would work though,” I admit. I have no idea about blogs or writing. Why would people ask me questions? “Would people really be so interested that they would follow a blog and ask questions just to get answers?” I ask, scrolling through more of the comments. “Yes and no. You have to share your experiences, but after this, writing about them shouldn’t bother you.” I keep reading more comments. Hardly any are bad or to make us feel shameful.

I said, offering him a small smile. ​"Is it?" He sat across from me, looking at the draft on my screen. "I’ve been reading your blog posts. You don't write like a hobbyist. You write like someone who was trained to find the truth." ​He paused, his eyes thoughtful. "Lawrence told me you studied Journalism. Why did you never pursue it?"

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The air tastes clean, like it rained last night, though I didn’t hear it. My eyes roam over the quiet garden. The villa still looks too big for me, like a life I don’t fully believe is mine. And yet, here I am, sipping tea in the early hours, alive and breathing and… known. I never thought I’d be known like this… through words on a screen. My blog is still blowing up. The numbers aren’t what move me; it’s the comments. Women I’ve never met, telling me I made them feel less alone. Survivors who found pieces of themselves in my sentences. Some of them write paragraphs, others just a single line, but every single one digs under my ribs. I’ve read them so much I could quote them. I blink hard, b

Rolling her eyes, Bella retorted, "But I'm not a celebrity." "Even internet writers need to put on a show! Have you not seen that one, who, after missing deadlines and making mistakes, blamed it on mental illness? You should learn to stir up some controversy, it's more effective than getting 30,000 likes a day." "Oh, come on!"

Claire stated as we were waiting for the show to start. "People change besides I am really grateful with everyone who helped me out. But this is going to be the first and last time." I smiled at her. "Of course." "What made you decided it's time to write again?" The interviewer asked. "Well, I never stopped writing. I just stopped publishing. Plus, I have been writing my daily blogs." I replied. "Oh yes, totally love your blogs. I also love the witty responses that you provide to your fans." They showed several clips of some comments.

Sitting, I find myself drifting away while writing, forgetting about a lot of things. Sure, it is still there but it isn’t my main focus. Writing the blog, I write about the party: beforehand and the videos I watched, then about the room and guests being invited. It sounds crazy and I hope Georgina no longer reads my blog, yet I get a feeling she does.

Writing is always been my passion but I don't have the time to write a novel because I have to work for a living and being a writer can’t have a monthly salary so it's quite hard to reach my dreams. That's why I started my blog, it began with stories and tips. People attracted to that thing so that’s why I gained a lot of followers. I started writing and unconsiously spend a few hours there, I write and write and write nonstop until I decided to stop. I stood up and walked out from the coffee shop after paying for my americano. Putting my phone back to my bag and walked towards the hotel. Taking a really deep breath and let it out before I walked inside. The cold air hit my skin and it made