So...as a freelance writer and journalist this advice comes in handy when starting out in the content writing industry...well it could be used in a broader term...but for the most part I like to include my ways of how I progressed in the field of writing. I'm currently at Uni studying communications, majoring in Journalism. All my classes though not currently focused on my chosen major still centralize around writing and social media because as I'm learning now they are interconnected more closely than I before imagined. I started out freelance writing two years ago when I joined freelancer.com which would eventually lead me down a pathway of writing 10,000 word stories and essays for pittance. I wouldn't recommend going down this path unless you need to learn this lesson the hard part; YOUR WORK HAS VALUE. Let's face it though, you're a nobody. I am a nobody in the writing field with little to no experience and so I must read the advice magazines and tr...
The hut was old and worn, its thatched roof hung and dribbled in pieces, nothing added or repaired in years. This land was Malin occupied land and everything had burned at least once in the last year as their guns and men had swept through the plains. Everything except this hut. There was no door, only a slip of hanging reeds intertwined. Marcus slipped through his spear leading the way, his stance low and readied as he inhaled the sharp tang of blood and magicke assaulting his senses. She was old and worn, covered in reeds and blankets, bracelets and bones littered across the hut, a femur bone clutched in her grasp. She held a likeness to his people setting the hairs on Marcus’s neck dagger straight. The thing rocked a subtle movement but made no further move as Marcus Ambruge ent...
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