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Now I Know That Not All Writing Jobs Are Created Equal
The time I stumbled upon a copywriting gig that had someone else written all over it
When I picture myself as a writer, I envision my creator within, bursting with feeling. Ideas, words, and phrases grow inside me until I birth them onto the page. I murder excess adverbs and most of my extra commas (a habit that’s hard to break). I play, mold, and sculpt until I’ve created a masterpiece with my words.
Writing takes time, patience, talent, skill, and practice. That’s why it’s called a craft. We craft our word babies, and they grow into magnificent trees worthy of sitting under, gathering fruit, or climbing to better reach the sky. I want my readers to experience my stories from bud to bloom, to grow with me as you read what I share.
What we write can change people’s minds and hearts. Words have the power to awaken, inspire, and soothe. I want others to receive these gifts when I share mine.
Because I enjoy writing so much, I applied for a writing job. It was the first time I’d pursued writing work outside of blogging sites and had high hopes that I’d get paid well for what I already love to do.
Then, I got an email from a recruiter on Martin Luther King Jr Day at 9 AM. Lana (not her real name)…
