On Freelancing

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Don't think about freelance advisors
They are barking dogs

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This is the world I dreamt of...
The place I love to be at...
Where, all my wishes came absolutely true...
Here,what I wished and what I gained matched perfectly...

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Encamped behind the curtain of her room, she was waiting for some good 'fancy', to carry her outer world, far beyond the reach of her caged life...

Just then, she found a golden daffodils, dancing and fluttering in its abode without thinking of what the next seconds will bring, Children giggling, playing, dancing and making delicious sounds.. she saw the birds, singing melody and booming with exceeding joy.

The sun, moon and star painted the sky blue and on the pages of their hands are written, the story of the earth. The animals were there too, walking in pairs with love

Awestruck, she concluded "Truly, life lies here, outside the window. "

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Freelance writer Laura stared at her client's message as she blinked back tears. "This is unacceptable. Why couldn't you do this right the first time like I asked you?"

Of course Laura had done everything the client asked for. She had even revised the article 4 times when her package only allowed for 2 revisions. All she had done was warn the client that the topic wasn't a popular one, to better help the client's blogging needs. But she had spent hours working on each revision of this article and now the client wanted to cancel the order and not even pay her.

Some people were never satisfied. But why was it that clients treated freelancers like they weren't human?

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Yet I always miss; words get spinning, my thoughts began pondering, dead posts got awaken, my hand starts craving.
Lot to think, copious to spent, time, health, understanding seems shuffling and rumbling.
I should have always a good start,
I settle,
Prepare the table
Pens and scissors,
Cuts and scribble
Off my suite my phone keeps buzzing,
Just waiting for a start my PC and
Stationary.
I can say it, passion first makes me clever and static,
Later job has to start,
Because part of my completeness
subdue my vow.
Live,
Teach,
Write and write again.
I am happy how
I could manage them all.

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बाकी सब एक तरफ और Freelance जिंदगी एक तरफ....
Enjoying SelfNess.

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2021 was the bizarrest year,
they tried to fill us with crippling fear.
Convincing everyone they might die,
if the rules and regulations they defied.
Of course, I wanted to be conscientious
didn’t want to live with the consequence
of infecting someone more vulnerable than me,
so far I’ve managed to stay Covid19 free.
All I’m saying is to take a little bit of care,
this poem isn’t here to shame or scare.
But I hope that 2022 isn’t full of doom,
Let there be some more hope soon.
I’m more worried about the NHS,
Of the backlog, I’m unable to visit the dentist.
I pray and pray for more normality,
and less misery and gloom upon my TV!

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