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If You’ve Ever Felt Bad For Being A Slow Writer, Read This
There is no denying we live in a productivity and hustle culture, where more is more, and quantity is often favored over quality. Even around the writing community you’ll see a lot of language around writing more, writing fast, and publishing frequently. Even fellow aspiring writers’ well-meaning updates on social media about how they have 3K word writing session today can put the slow writers in doubt: Am I doing something wrong?
By Margery Bayneabout a month ago in Writers
Why Manuscript Peer Review Matters before Journal Article Submission
Publishing in academic journals is not easy; it has high competition. When you write your manuscript, it then undergoes peer review, a crucial process. In that process, experts check whether your manuscript has the necessary and required information about the research questions. They assess the quality, validity, originality, and suitability of the manuscript before publication.
By Joyce Collinsabout a month ago in Writers
Why Are Retailers Quietly Shifting to Store-Level APIs and Scraped Data Instead of Traditional Market Research?
Retail decision-making has changed — not loudly, not overnight, but very clearly. Today’s most competitive retail teams are no longer waiting for quarterly reports or third-party summaries. They are tapping directly into store-level data, regional pricing feeds, and real-time product availability using APIs and smart data extraction.
By Retail Gatorsabout a month ago in Writers
Ms. H's First Lesson. Content Warning.
This is the tale of Karol Amber Heuworth. A 20 year old woman attending Yarlvard University obtaining her doctorate in psychiatry. After living a tragically abusive life and gaining an uncontrollable anger to take the blood of men. Now she has the urge to finally find someone and do the unthinkable.
By Roy C. Theoabout a month ago in Writers
There I stood
There I stood, watching her stare into the mirror. That's when she suddenly began to speak; I was noticed. "Each of these scars come with memories. I know exactly how I got each one, some were from small accidents. Like this one on my hand, I was washing the dishes when the knife slipped. Some are from happier moments, this one on my right knee comes from having a blast playing with friends when I was little and on the playground. Then...then there are these the one on my neck, back and the one everyone stares at on my face...they were given to me by horrible people. Those are the worst, because of those staying as a constant reminder of those memories that I've tried for years to forget is the cause of all of the other scars you see on my body. You understand why I do what I do now?" That's when I noticed the tears flowing down her face. Shocked and afraid all I could say was "I'm so sorry, but that doesn't mean it's ok to go around kidnapping and killing other men just because of that!" As she wipes her tears away she retorts with a calm and stern voice. "Maybe, but that is how I get around my pain. It's also why I became a psychiatrist to help others, even men, with their trauma." I couldn't contain my anger seeing her so calm and ok with murder so I had to yell, I just should've thought my words through. "You're a fucking PSYCHIATRIST?! You aren't helping people you're culling the public AND drugging the minds of those who ACTUALLY need help. Pills only hide the problem they don't fix it, those people and you need more than that, you need to deal with the pain and move on and KILLING IS NOT THE WAY!" Surprised by his outburst Carol decides to reprimand him "You think I didn't know you weren't bound? I like you, so I decided to give you a bit of freedom and THIS is how you repay me? Don't you worry, you still can't escape and you are too weak to try and fight me in my own home." She then begins to walk to me with such a scary look. Deep down, I know she is right too. "You also act as if you are certified to be a psychiatrist, you understand that these pills help thousands of people everyday, whether it suppresses what they feel and allows them to focus their life, or help fix a chemical imbalance in their brains. On top of that, the amount of people that would rather run and hide is MUCH larger than those who want to face their problems head on." That's when I felt something warm coming from my abdomen...I never noticed the knife. She immediately covers my face with the rag she always keeps on her. Fuck it's chloro- "Goodnight sweetie, I'll make sure to stitch you up nice so you'll be fine when you wake up. Not like you can hear me right now anyway."
By Roy C. Theoabout a month ago in Writers
Alone in the Crowd.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm, the familiar blaring that marks the start of another day. The sunlight filters through the blinds, falling in thin stripes across my room, but it doesn’t feel like the world is waking up—it feels like I’m waking up alone, again. My phone buzzes with notifications, but most of them are just promotions, reminders, or random messages I don’t care about. The brief hope that maybe someone actually wants to talk to me fades almost instantly.
By Sayeba khanabout a month ago in Writers
