I am not only a non-royalist; I am an anti-royalist.
I have very little patience for the most renowned UK family in my beloved adopted country.
The rare occasions I read about the Windsors are mostly when their latest gaffes are made public —like Prince Andrew partaking in the sexual abuse of trafficked minors on Epstein’s island and then getting away with it, just for being royal. I then have the chance to gloat on social media: “Look at them making the world’s pages again; we would be so much better off without that embarrassment”.
Based on some principles learned from https://www.digitalmarketer.com/, QUORA, and personal experience.
Medium is full of tips on how to start your own business (writing or otherwise) and market it. Starting an email list is often pointed out as a vital aspect of marketing.
Yes, email marketing is still frequently being mentioned, because it is still the NUMBER ONE most effective marketing method, compared even to social media marketing, paid, or video marketing. Businesses that use email to connect with their customers get a 60% higher chance to generate revenue compared to businesses that don’t.
In my “spam” mailbox I get…
War paint on, I leave my apartment.
Sliding doors slam behind my over-scrubbed, over-painted self –
Groomed to the nines, to the last shiny nail
(Sharp, ready to scratch a heart out,
Just like, moons ago, my own heart was pierced
By curvy claws
And buried to bleed).
Teeth – sharp behind triple-glossed lips,
Rehearsed to bitchily bite
You can never be ready enough.
How many pieces of self-protection does a woman need to pack
Before she enters the floods of the dark?
How many layers of armory does a heart need to wrap itself in
I learned to read at two and a half. At 3 I was reading “serious” books. From there, I learned spelling, grammar, and punctuation, which I followed precisely when I first started writing, at 4. I did not have to learn these from a teacher. Books themselves taught me.
I have only just learned that this was particular neurological wiring, with a “proper” name — “hyperlexia”. I came upon the name accidentally, in a Medium article.
Unfortunately, academic research on this phenomenon holds mainly the outdated stance that it is associated with autism. …
I seem to have an unusual brain, which for me is “normal”, as I have never known anything different.
Since childhood, I have pictured letters and numbers in color, with a specific texture, or even taste. I like some colors and textures more than others. So it is a pleasure to pronounce words like “lily” and imagine its rich yellow color and glossy feeling in my head.
Words like “scarcity”, for example, are much less pleasurable to say — they sound like the screeching of nails on a glass surface — some cringe at that sound. …
I have found that love and relationships are much intertwined with valuing and loving yourself.
I have been a people-reader since I was a child.
I can quickly size up men’s outer appearance, body language, vocabulary range, or use of intonation, to make immediate mental suppositions about their social status, character, and values; then decide if they are the “right man for me”.
The outcome is, mostly, “naaah”.
He was the son of old friends. They had everything — the money (they had been part-supporting me through college), the expensive house, the ideal marriage, the 3 healthy children…
Have you thought about what is behind Superman's power poses?
Imagine a nervous candidate at a job interview. Her arms cling to her body, her hand — half-hiding her mouth. She has made herself look small.
I do pity people who do not own cat-philosophers to teach them self-improvement. They don’t know how much they miss out on life’s self-fulfillment. They never get the chance to jump from bed at 4 am at a blasting operatic miaaa-ria, to receive their gift of a half-squashed spider or a freshly-killed baby bird. They never get licked when they least need a wash. They don’t get to go out in coats, thickly covered in hairs in contrasting color schemes. But mostly, they never learn to be better, self-improved personalities, just by learning from cats!
They never get to learn…
Passionate for writing and social justice. Hurting for the suffering and the abused. Staunch fan of Umair Haque.