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Baldwin. "So, at first I just wanted to channel my hobby as a writer. I'm not a professional writer and I never had an academic background in literacy and writing. I just wrote for self-healing. Then I thought about creating a website so people can read my writing, maybe they're also interested in the method I use to do self-healing. Unexpectedly, many people even comment that they have many ideas to develop through a book. They hope that one day someone will facilitate many people so they can write stories, ideas, thoughts, and even their creativity through writing. So, I asked my friend who is now my assistant, Kim Mijung to establish a small technology company that will develop an applica

“I usually come up with an article idea. Then we base the shoot off that concept. I haven’t come up with my next article since I’ve been working on launching my blog.” “What’s the difference between a website and a blog?” Maggie said. “Websites are meant to be more static, kind of like reference material. Blogs are a more fluid flow of content that has comments, categories, and subscriptions. With how many articles I have been adding to the website, it only makes sense to just branch a blog off of it,” Sidney said. “Don’t you work at a cell store?” Kate asked. “Manage. Yes.” Sidney answered automatically, before remembering the details were none of their business. Internally, she flinched at

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After a pretty turbulent day yesterday, Diana finally had a chance to write. She decided to publish her writing on her blog using the pen name she had created. But since she doesn't have a personal cell phone or laptop yet, she uses the office facilities. Secretly, of course. She wrote a lot, not limiting herself to fictional stories, but also her experiences at work, when she handled many cases and how she treated others. Diana really didn't expect to get an immediate positive response from one of the users. She was happy to have her blog discovered because it meant she felt heard for the first time without being judged.

She pointed. “That–” I followed her finger. “Oh that's my journal.” “You write?” She eyed me. “I like to write. But lately, I've ran out of inspiring topics.” “Hmm, you did say you were a fan of my blog, right?” “Yes.” “So what do you say I pay you a thousand dollars weekly to write a piece for my blog? Of course it'll pass as mine. You'll just be like a–” “Ghostwriter?” I questioned feeling that cloud of disappointment again.

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

" I left the comments immediately, my pulse rate increasing now. Hands shaky and urgent as I went back to the strange blog page. Ready to take action now. "What is all this? What the actual hell is all these?! I don't come online for a few days and this happens? This of all things??" Who the hell was this blogger and why was he tagging me?!

We chat about all kinds of things until it's time to break up. When I get home, I grab my laptop and search the internet for a new hobby to kill my time. Soon I notice that there are a number of bloggers, who simply write down their life experiences and special moments. That seems fun, but I decide to adopt a fake name. My own name would attract unnecessary attention. I make my own web address and within minutes I'm typing diligently. It's like looking back at my own life, my start as an entrepreneur and the growth of my company. Time goes by without me realizing it and before I know it, the eve has arrived.

“What happened?” I scratched the back of my neck as I fought off the urge to share the goodness of my day with a friend I felt I could trust. As writers, Bobbi and I yearned to have the fun we created for the fictional characters in our books. But at that moment, I knew that the fact that my wish had come true and Bobbi's hadn't could serve as a problem once I told my story. “I was tired. I had a quick snack, and next thing you know, I was flat on the bed.”