I'm a freelance writer. I've done a few articles for various publications and websites, and ghost-written a few more for especially busy staff writers at the local paper. I've even been tricked into writing a couple essays for local college students, who pay surprisingly well for cheaters. In fact, the last girl got a commendation from the teacher, encouraging her to 'pursue publishing'. 
These days I'm trying to break into fiction, though short stories - the format to which I'm accustomed - don't seem to sell well. There's just not a huge market for them anymore and plenty of competition from proven authors. I have not sold a single non-non-fiction story yet.
And writing novels is just, like, super hard.
These days I'm trying to break into fiction, though short stories - the format to which I'm accustomed - don't seem to sell well. There's just not a huge market for them anymore and plenty of competition from proven authors. I have not sold a single non-non-fiction story yet.
And writing novels is just, like, super hard.
Each man longs to pursue his dream. Each man is tortured by this dream, but the dream gives meaning to his life. Even if the dream ruins his life, man cannot allow himself to leave it behind. In this world, is man ever able to possess anything more solid, than a dream?
-Berserk
