S. A. Crawford
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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Freelance Writing: A Beginners Guide
So, you're certifiably crazy and you want to throw caution, and financial stability to the wind in pursuit of a career as a freelance writer... if this sounds negative, don't be put off. It's just my way; it's possible to make a good living as a freelance writer. I should know, I did it for nearly ten years, first as a part-time 'side hustle' then full-time as a travelling copywriter.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Journal
When Hell Freezes Over
Snow changes the landscape; out of sight, out of mind and all that. Its almost easy to forget that the hungry dead are just a few feet below all this white powder. But that's a problem for another day. Today we deserve a break. Today the spiked wooden doors have been thrown open to the white wasteland and the children are skidding down the hills in their padded jackets on scrap metal.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Fiction
Caring for Scars and Stretch Marks
This is going to be an unusual post for me; I don't think I've ever posted in the Blush community, but I'm spreading my wings this year. They say you should write what you know, and if there's one thing I know about it's damaged skin. Scars, bruises, stretch marks; we all have them, and I have more than my fair share thanks to a potent mix of recklessness, contact sports and, to put it gently, mental health problems.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Blush
20/20
The irony is not lost on me as you bumble around the room in a dull witted panic; you cannot see without me, but you need to see to find me. If I could laugh, I would. Instead the beads of my chain click and jingle while you squawk at your husband and throw cushions to the side. It's not a bad place to start. More than once I've slipped down, down, down between the cracks and ended up somewhere in the darkness with the mothballs and the crumbs. Greasy fingers have reached down to grip me, then left me where I lay. My crime? Being the wrong shape.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Fiction
20 Vocal Goals for 2024
I have never been the kind of person who aspires actively, instead I intend. I intended to get my Honours degree and did, I intended to get my Masters degree, and did. I have intended, in my life, to never aspire to much because I believe that it will;
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Writers
Back Into the Light
Have you missed me? I doubt it - there's always so much going on here, so many interesting stories, poems, and articles. It's so easy to feel like you're lost in a sea of voices, so many of which are much more articulate, elegant, and creative than your own. That's how I felt after writing "Deep Roots". I felt like a small insect, swallowed by a much bigger animal. I had officially reached The Wall. You know which one - the one where you press your face against the bricks and find no gap, no crack to peer through and wonder if you'll ever see the other side. The one where you think your best might never be good enough and its time to just give up. That wall and I are old friends; we know each other well. I used to pushed against it. I used to kick it and scream at it... hell, when I was in my early twenties I was ready to take it down with my teeth.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Humans
Fever Dreaming
I was going to be complex, cool, and fierce. I was going to leave my hometown behind and travel the world; I was going to be strong, brave, and athletic. For a while, I was going to be a professional wrestler (no, really), then I decided I'd rather be a professor of history. The mind of a child is full of wondrous fever dreams fed on a steady diet of love, outlandish promises, and bubble-gum and neon coloured cartoons.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Humans
Grotesque, Gauche, Glorious; A Review of Krampus Kills. Top Story - December 2023.
I grew up playing video games from the '80s, which is unusual when you consider I was born in '93, but I have my uncle to thank for that. An OG game and tech guy, he had it all; stacks of gaming magazines, retro consoles, and the patience to introduce me to a hobby that still brings me joy.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Gamers
Deep Roots. Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge.
"Alta vocamus radices," Serena led the chant, her large, grey eyes rolled to the heavens, and felt the susurrus in the air as the coven repeated her words, "lato loquimur Olympo," she raised her hands as if reaching for some unknown gift, "Deorum summas spectamus montibus altos."
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Fiction
PCOS and Me. Top Story - October 2023.
I never wanted children. That's the cosmic joke; as a teenager, and even a young adult, I was decided against the idea of having children. Not because I dislike them in any way, but because I was certain I was not mother material. Then, after years of work on my mental health, after getting out of a bad relationship, after calming my fears I had a thought -
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Viva
