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And well me…Let’s just say it has become complicated, but also somewhat perfect. I work from home most days as a writer and content maker, which fits perfectly with my very important job of being the head of the West Coast Moon Council and of course, my other important duty, being a full-time mom.0 School didn’t work out, but apparently, I'm a good enough writer that others want to read what I take the time to type. When I began writing about my adventures since moving to Humboldt, I did it as a bit of a joke, seeing what people would think about my amazing, unbelievable tale, changing all the names to protect those I love.

“Okay, let me explain. I'm a computer wiz who specializes in web designing, creating blogs and vlogs and making useful applications. I'm also a writer, as you already know, so most times I work as a freelance writer for some firms and some particular clients who pay me well.” “Wow, that's interesting.” Idara was really impressed. “So you're telling me that you can work from the comfort of your home if you want to?” “Yup.” Tayo confirmed, offering her a side grin. “But I don't really like staying at home, that's why I'm currently working in a cybercafé, at least to meet new people and expand my organic reach.” “Wicked!” Idara remarked, clapping. “You really got a whole lot going on for yourse

I understand you (the reader) have come here to read a book, but some of you must understand, we writers have lives and sometimes life is just more important. So, long story short, Writing is now just my hobby NOT my job. My uploads will drop to probably once or twice a week (more if I have time) and simply, if that's not good enough for you, please stop reading my work OR wait until my work is marked as completed. I am not vanishing from the platform and im not abandoning my work, infact, i have a lot of work in the works and planned. I know there will be some spiteful people who will be annoyed and impatient and will feel the need to leave negative comments or low stars because uploads are

Stay safe! Also, my Instagram account is called write_the_tea! It's up on my Wattpad account- Pelton02 P.s feel free to check out my other stories "Dependent On You" and "A Passion That Was Poison"

First and foremost, have a relationship with yourself; accept your flaws, take care of yourself, appreciate every inch of your body, understand yourself, improve yourself, and fall in love with your own skin. Despite the fact that I am a writer, I do not write fairytales; instead, I write morbid tales. Even though I am a writer, I do not write lullabies; instead, I write make-or-break quotes, and it does not matter if they make you cry. I am a writer, but I do not have a delicate touch; instead, I use my sharp tongue to encourage others. In my work as a writer, my emotions are bared on my sleeves, and they are not always pleasant. My words flow from my pen, and they are not always awesome. I

I kept everyone an arm's length away, except for my sisters. "There it is—the shame. I've seen that look hundreds of times. The only good thing that comes from being a [Copywriter] is that you can build up from the bottom. It's work, but it's worth it. I know the temptation of waiting for people to reach the peak of their talent and then rob them blind. There is a word for it, an old friend of mine used." "Grooming," we said in unison. "Right, right. You've done it, haven't you? Now let me ask you did you kill them when you were done?"

“I’m done having lunch with Mr. Anonymous. You want to tell me something? Say it now. Over the phone. Like normal people.” There was a pause on the line—short, but heavy. Then, quietly: “I’m a writer.” I blinked. “A writer,” I repeated slowly, more to myself than to him. “As in... books?” “No,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, even though he sounded nervous. “Well—sometimes. But mostly I write stories for brands. People. Companies. I help them find their voice. Sometimes under my name. Sometimes not. Depends.”

“I don’t really have an excuse.” She stared at me for a moment longer, and then her face softened. Soon, she chuckled, making me feel even more stupid. “Relax, I’m fucking with you,” she giggled. “I’m Morgana. You must be Tessa, the new writer. I’m glad we finally found someone to fill this space. I read some of your work online and I have to say, I’m a huge fan.” “A fan?” I asked, confused. “Of your blog.”

My Twitter and Tumblr were racking up hits and comments were beginning to accumulate below the blog. Sometimes I felt a little narcissistic as I took in my readers' feedback. But then I remembered that I was a writer and I made my living off of entertaining other people. Their entertainment was my fuel and their feedback was rewarding. And there’s nothing wrong with accepting a few nice complements, especially after you’ve had your heart crushed, I thought.