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I've been writing since the wee age of nine - mostly fanfic, nothing original. Think Ben-10, or my own WWE storyline starring Jeff Hardy. So, for fifteen years, I've been chugging away, as it were. At first, as is the case with a decent chunk of us, the pieces were amateurish - big words with no apparent meaning, and sometimes convoluted storylines that were thought up because I thought I had the makings of a young F. Scott Fitzgerald or a Ralph Ellison. Ha! Imagine that. Nothing quite trumps a kind of egotism that's been wrapped around a bubble of youthfulness, folks. I'd like to think the turning point came around high school, specifically my last three years there. I enjoyed English the most; this was where I could channel my imagination through creative writing and get graded on these stories that were zany at times, I've been told. And it was during this time that I decided to try my hand at this whole "become a writer" thing. I mean, I found it appealing: I could make money from creating fake people and their fake problems. Also - this is the most important bit - writing is a loner's profession. Recently, though, the financial crisis the world finds itself in has forced me to reevaluate and have a rethink of things. Meaning my deluded self wants to believe that I can write novels and make money from that but the realist in me knows that while authors still make some money from their writing, it's usually not so much that they can pursue it full-time. For a time, I turned to odd jobs (like being a deliveryman for my uncle's now defunct school stationery company or being a data collector during the last census drive) to supplement my writing. In a sense, I had forgotten about my writing, a thing I regret because I like throwing out a collection of words to make a coherent sentence out of them. And I felt uninvolved and hollow doing those odd jobs. Enter freelance writing. With this new path I'm on, of which I'm as green as the grass on the Windows XP wallpaper, I find that I'm afforded a chance to do something that I haven't done before: writing for other people and getting their input on things. So, outputting my POV on things while osmosis-ing things I knew little on. Some caveats though: the industry is heavily saturated, the world economy is wobbly, AI is eclipsing fleshy writers. Right now seems like a poorly chose time to try this but, as my colleagues have noted, it's not that steep of a climb. I relish a challenge and I think I have the needed skill set needed to succeed in this volatile industry. So, here goes. . .…I've been writing since the wee age of nine - mostly fanfic, nothing original. Think Ben-10, or my own WWE storyline starring Jeff Hardy. So, for fifteen years, I've been chugging away, as it were. At first, as is the case with a decent chunk of us, the pieces were amateurish - big words with no apparent meaning, and sometimes convoluted storylines that were thought up because I thought I had the makings of a young F. Scott Fitzgerald or a Ralph Ellison. Ha! Imagine that. Nothing quite trumps a kind of egotism that's been wrapped around a bubble of youthfulness, folks. I'd like to think the turning point came around high school, specifically my last three years there. I enjoyed English the most; this was where I could channel my imagination through creative writing and get graded on these stories that were zany at times, I've been told. And it was during this time that I decided to try my hand at this whole "become a writer" thing. I mean, I found it appealing: I could make money from creating fake people and their fake problems. Also - this is the most important bit - writing is a loner's profession. Recently, though, the financial crisis the world finds itself in has forced me to reevaluate and have a rethink of things. Meaning my deluded self wants to believe that I can write novels and make money from that but the realist in me knows that while authors still make some money from their writing, it's usually not so much that they can pursue it full-time. For a time, I turned to odd jobs (like being a deliveryman for my uncle's now defunct school stationery company or being a data collector during the last census drive) to supplement my writing. In a sense, I had forgotten about my writing, a thing I regret because I like throwing out a collection of words to make a coherent sentence out of them. And I felt uninvolved and hollow doing those odd jobs. Enter freelance writing. With this new path I'm on, of which I'm as green as the grass on the Windows XP wallpaper, I find that I'm afforded a chance to do something that I haven't done before: writing for other people and getting their input on things. So, outputting my POV on things while osmosis-ing things I knew little on. Some caveats though: the industry is heavily saturated, the world economy is wobbly, AI is eclipsing fleshy writers. Right now seems like a poorly chose time to try this but, as my colleagues have noted, it's not that steep of a climb. I relish a challenge and I think I have the needed skill set needed to succeed in this volatile industry. So, here goes. . .

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I've been writing since the wee age of nine - mostly fanfic, nothing original. Think Ben-10, or my own WWE storyline starring Jeff Hardy. So, for fifteen years, I've been chugging away, as it were. At first, as is the case with a decent chunk of us, the pieces were amateurish - big words with no apparent meaning, and sometimes convoluted storylines that were thought up because I thought I had the makings of a young F. Scott Fitzgerald or a Ralph Ellison. Ha! Imagine that. Nothing quite trumps a kind of egotism that's been wrapped around a bubble of youthfulness, folks. I'd like to think the turning point came around high school, specifically my last three years there. I enjoyed English the most; this was where I could channel my imagination through creative writing and get graded on these stories that were zany at times, I've been told. And it was during this time that I decided to try my hand at this whole "become a writer" thing. I mean, I found it appealing: I could make money from creating fake people and their fake problems. Also - this is the most important bit - writing is a loner's profession. Recently, though, the financial crisis the world finds itself in has forced me to reevaluate and have a rethink of things. Meaning my deluded self wants to believe that I can write novels and make money from that but the realist in me knows that while authors still make some money from their writing, it's usually not so much that they can pursue it full-time. For a time, I turned to odd jobs (like being a deliveryman for my uncle's now defunct school stationery company or being a data collector during the last census drive) to supplement my writing. In a sense, I had forgotten about my writing, a thing I regret because I like throwing out a collection of words to make a coherent sentence out of them. And I felt uninvolved and hollow doing those odd jobs. Enter freelance writing. With this new path I'm on, of which I'm as green as the grass on the Windows XP wallpaper, I find that I'm afforded a chance to do something that I haven't done before: writing for other people and getting their input on things. So, outputting my POV on things while osmosis-ing things I knew little on. Some caveats though: the industry is heavily saturated, the world economy is wobbly, AI is eclipsing fleshy writers. Right now seems like a poorly chose time to try this but, as my colleagues have noted, it's not that steep of a climb. I relish a challenge and I think I have the needed skill set needed to succeed in this volatile industry. So, here goes. . .…I've been writing since the wee age of nine - mostly fanfic, nothing original. Think Ben-10, or my own WWE storyline starring Jeff Hardy. So, for fifteen years, I've been chugging away, as it were. At first, as is the case with a decent chunk of us, the pieces were amateurish - big words with no apparent meaning, and sometimes convoluted storylines that were thought up because I thought I had the makings of a young F. Scott Fitzgerald or a Ralph Ellison. Ha! Imagine that. Nothing quite trumps a kind of egotism that's been wrapped around a bubble of youthfulness, folks. I'd like to think the turning point came around high school, specifically my last three years there. I enjoyed English the most; this was where I could channel my imagination through creative writing and get graded on these stories that were zany at times, I've been told. And it was during this time that I decided to try my hand at this whole "become a writer" thing. I mean, I found it appealing: I could make money from creating fake people and their fake problems. Also - this is the most important bit - writing is a loner's profession. Recently, though, the financial crisis the world finds itself in has forced me to reevaluate and have a rethink of things. Meaning my deluded self wants to believe that I can write novels and make money from that but the realist in me knows that while authors still make some money from their writing, it's usually not so much that they can pursue it full-time. For a time, I turned to odd jobs (like being a deliveryman for my uncle's now defunct school stationery company or being a data collector during the last census drive) to supplement my writing. In a sense, I had forgotten about my writing, a thing I regret because I like throwing out a collection of words to make a coherent sentence out of them. And I felt uninvolved and hollow doing those odd jobs. Enter freelance writing. With this new path I'm on, of which I'm as green as the grass on the Windows XP wallpaper, I find that I'm afforded a chance to do something that I haven't done before: writing for other people and getting their input on things. So, outputting my POV on things while osmosis-ing things I knew little on. Some caveats though: the industry is heavily saturated, the world economy is wobbly, AI is eclipsing fleshy writers. Right now seems like a poorly chose time to try this but, as my colleagues have noted, it's not that steep of a climb. I relish a challenge and I think I have the needed skill set needed to succeed in this volatile industry. So, here goes. . .

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I’ve been writing since the wee age of nine - mostly fanfic, nothing original. Think Ben-10, or my own WWE storyline starring Jeff Hardy. So, for fifteen years, I’ve been chugging away, as it were.

At first, as is the case with a decent chunk of us, the pieces were amateurish - big words with no apparent meaning, and sometimes convoluted storylines that were thought up because I thought I had the makings of a young F. Scott Fitzgerald or a Ralph Ellison. Ha! Imagine that. Nothing quite trumps a kind of egotism that’s been wrapped around a bubble of youthfulness, folks.

I’d like to think the turning point came around high school, specifically my last three years there. I enjoyed English the most; this was where I could channel my imagination through creative writing and get graded on these stories that were zany at times, I’ve been told. And it was during this time that I decided to try my hand at this whole “become a writer” thing. I mean, I found it appealing: I could make money from creating fake people and their fake problems. Also - this is the most important bit - writing is a loner’s profession.

Recently, though, the financial crisis the world finds itself in has forced me to reevaluate and have a rethink of things. Meaning my deluded self wants to believe that I can write novels and make money from that but the realist in me knows that while authors still make some money from their writing, it’s usually not so much that they can pursue it full-time.

For a time, I turned to odd jobs (like being a deliveryman for my uncle’s now defunct school stationery company or being a data collector during the last census drive) to supplement my writing. In a sense, I had forgotten about my writing, a thing I regret because I like throwing out a collection of words to make a coherent sentence out of them. And I felt uninvolved and hollow doing those odd jobs. Enter freelance writing.

With this new path I’m on, of which I’m as green as the grass on the Windows XP wallpaper, I find that I’m afforded a chance to do something that I haven’t done before: writing for other people and getting their input on things. So, outputting my POV on things while osmosis-ing things I knew little on.

Some caveats though: the industry is heavily saturated, the world economy is wobbly, AI is eclipsing fleshy writers. Right now seems like a poorly chose time to try this but, as my colleagues have noted, it’s not that steep of a climb. I relish a challenge and I think I have the needed skill set needed to succeed in this volatile industry.

So, here goes. . .