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So, he asked Eli to speak up. “Eli, please, speak louder, I can’t hear you well. Maybe the connection is not good enough.” Then, she hung up the phone and called again. Then, Lin could hear her clearly. Eli said, “Lin, I want to tell you something. It’s about a writing job. My friends are looking for a freelance writer for their nascent magazine. It will be about Yangon and its lifestyle. Can you write for them?” Lin knew that it was good news for him because he was looking for such kind of job. So, he replied, “Yes, I think I can, Eli.”

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo

On the walk back she says quietly, “Maybe you need a job. Something that forces you to use your brain. You know, other writers can inspire you.” She is right. I hate that she is right, but she is. So when we get back home, I search for writing jobs. Content roles. Editorial roles. Anything that requires me to think like a storyteller again. I find one. A nice one. Good pay. Hybrid. I apply. The next day they message me for an interview.

"Fair." I scrolled through listings, chewing my lip. Some were absolute garbage. ‘EXPOSÉ: SECRET SCANDALS OF SMALL-TOWN MAYORS – WE PAY PER CLICK!’ Nope. Next. Others were just… sad. ‘We can’t pay, but we offer exposure!’ I closed the tab so fast I nearly cracked my touchpad. Then, finally, I found something: Position: Freelance Writer Company: The Detroit Chronicle (Online Edition) Description: Small but growing online news platform looking for fresh voices. Cover local stories, human interest pieces, and occasional investigative work. Must be able to work remotely. Paid per article.

They went to celebrate and only called it a night because Ayra had to be at work the next day. Ayra's smile faded into the dark when she saw Devin's car parked in front of the house. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being inside. What would they say to each other if they ever saw? Before she could take hold of the doorknob, her phone beeped. Twice. She wasn’t expecting to see anything tangible, but when she did, her earlier nervousness dissipated. It was a remote job she had applied for as a ghostwriter. They had emailed to inform her that she had been accepted to be part of their team. This was something that she had been working on for months and it came right after she had g

Tried to distract her mind from all her problems. "What are you doing?" asked Adrian, he peeked at Leah's laptop. Leah shrugged, "Writing, my friend works in a publishing company, she said I'm a good writer because she used to read to all my stories and back in the days she was asking me to write a proper novel, so here I am! At least there is something that I can do to distract my mind," answered her lightly. Adrian bent over to kiss Leah's forehead, "I'm so proud of you! You can handle this situation very well," said him. Leah looked up at Adrian with a deep gaze.

It’s so frustrating to deal with Adrian and his constant manipulation techniques. A part of me wants to remain burrowed under the covers, but another part realizes that if I ever want to leave this place unscathed after my plans are done, then I need money, which means I need a job. Working at a physical location might not be ideal because then Adrian would just find something to ruin that for me, or he may even pay them to fire me. Which means that my only option is a remote work. I grab my phone as I quickly begin to browse the internet for jobs that might suit me. I find some that are located within our small town, but with options to work from home, so I quickly copy their emails and sen

Miss Dana replied with equal excitement and hung up. I stood from my seat and jumped up and down like a child. I was super excited to be writing for one of the most renowned publishing companies in Nigeria. My novel wasn't only read in New York but extended to Nigeria as well. Ever since I came back home two months ago, I had been getting offers from writing firms and even Agro-allied industries as a food processor and project manager. I had chosen to take the food processing job as my day job and the writing work as a side job since I only wrote from home. It was better that way but I was tired and in need of a break.

Chapter 100(whew!!!) The Author's Yap If you've made it here... Hi. First of all, thank you. Seriously, thank you. This is my very first completed novel, and I honestly don't know how to explain what this journey has been like. Before writing this book, I worked as a ghostwriter. My job was simple in comparison. I was given outlines, chapter breakdowns, character directions, and all I had to do was bring someone else's vision to life. It wasn't easy, but there was always a map.