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How To Be A Freelance Writer - 6 Things You Need To Know

Let's start this series on how to become a freelance writer by defining what freelance writing is. Here are six things to explain what it means to be a

How To Be A Freelance Writer - 6 Things You Need To Know

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Big Words Aren’t for Hipsters

Vellichor - lemme guess, you either googled it, or chalked it up to being one of those hipster words that means “you are beautiful.” In a way, I guess vellichor could describe beauty, if your definition of beauty resides in a quaint little bookstore tucked in the East Village of a city that never sleeps (Yes, the first of many New York references . . . Oops . . . Stylistic preference? Yes. Let’s blame it on the art of literary devices and not my complete obsession with the city.) Vellichor would be an accurate description of the strange and wondrous beauty of an old bookstore, filled to the rooftops with dead poets and washed up novellas, and infused with knowledge and history - and love. It is the awkward silence of air that fills you with splendour and anxiety, knowing that you’ll never have enough time in your day to read every word that plucks at your heartstrings. Vellichor is the realization that you are essentially stepping into a time machine bookstore - each page a moment in time - each word a carefully exposed feeling - a wonder of sorts. And to which, I must say, what compliments the nature of such so beautifully as a cup full to the brim with expresso? 

*Hint, the answer is “nothing”*

And so my darlings I hope the first note you’ll ever make of this blog, is that I am not here to hipster-ize the internet with profound words like acciaccatura or aeviternity (Ugh . . . look those ones up) but rather, I’m here to express the daily calamities of my brain in a way that perhaps may bring some joy or enlightenment to your day. 

And on that note, it’s time to brew myself a fresh cup of expresso. 

Sincerely, 

Anna, Xx.

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Introductions are Awkward

I think it’s a safe assumption to conclude that introductions of any caliber are a melancholic mess of “my name is...” because you’ve already forgotten and feeling like you’ve mispronounced your own name - awkward. I think it’s an even safer bet to say that internet introductions are better left on eHarmony & Tinder. I mean, how can you possibly summarize the entire vast life you’ve led into a single few lines?  “Um, my name is Anna and I like cats, brown eyes, and long walks in the city” - efficiently awkward? So in sake of casting out the trend of introducing yourself in this fashion, as if a name and a couple of hobbies will give you any sense of who a person is, I think i’ll skip it.  If you want to know who I am, where I come from, what I love . . .  then read the words I write and hear the spaces in between them. They’ll tell you more than an Internet introduction ever will. Academic writing requires a separation of personalizing and writing, but dearest reader, blogging does not. And in the name of my argument I think it’s about time this informal introduction comes to an end. 

Sincerely, 

Anna, Xx.