I wrote something about music today. I basically rewrote Wikipedia. The assignment didn't bother me so much, though. Assignments like those are like low tier, high school report writing. Looking something up on wiki, changing words, and adding a few thoughts. I learn something in the process and I don't feel like each word is etching a subpoena for my damnation.
It isn't like ghost writing. Ghost writing is skeevy. From all the way to the top of politicians and celebrity biographies, to the bottom, me. I'm the girl ghost writing blog posts for the person that wants to pretend they give a shit to say about Peter Jackson. Ghost writing is the talented, boil-ridden singer thrust behind the curtain so the talentless, bombshell can be center stage. And everyone is okay with it!
It's spooky.
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Fucking Ouroboros
I figure I sold my soul awhile back. It happened when I first started writing for online sources, the kind that claim to match up authors with those in need of authors. Freelancing is great, I have nothing against those who do. More power to the unchained freethinkers. The websites that spawn faster than murlocs and promise competitive pay and blogging, however... I sold my soul to these guys. I'm the reason a shitty Panasonic camera has such great reviews. Or that E-Cigarettes are so "beneficial." Those websites matched me with the guys who needed someone to write those great reviews.
Jesus, I'm even scared one of them is going to see this and I'll be tossed in to the fire for punishment or something.
Somewhere, Jesus really doesn't care much.
Right now, I'm not going to write about any one specific site. Only I had to write something. I thought I'd finally found a legitimate freelance aggregator, the kind of website that combines all the sundry scurvy-laden captains looking for part-time scurvy-free crew. Why did I think this? Because everyone was RAVING about them! Haha, oh... I signed up. After all the "Yes, we're free! But if you pay we may actually do something besides sell your email" ads, I realized... but, my god, how stupid do I feel? I probably wrote the reviews! And the circle continues, the fucking ouroboros.
Jesus, I'm even scared one of them is going to see this and I'll be tossed in to the fire for punishment or something.
Somewhere, Jesus really doesn't care much.
Right now, I'm not going to write about any one specific site. Only I had to write something. I thought I'd finally found a legitimate freelance aggregator, the kind of website that combines all the sundry scurvy-laden captains looking for part-time scurvy-free crew. Why did I think this? Because everyone was RAVING about them! Haha, oh... I signed up. After all the "Yes, we're free! But if you pay we may actually do something besides sell your email" ads, I realized... but, my god, how stupid do I feel? I probably wrote the reviews! And the circle continues, the fucking ouroboros.
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