Category: Work
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Workaholics Anonymous
This is my first session of Workaholics Anonymous. I’ve been so busy with work that I forgot to show up for months. I had to admit to myself I had a problem. I love the grit in working. The tasks itself are menial, but I understand my drive, my passions,…
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Inspiration From Old Stories
It’s not often I go back and reread old stories I’ve written and forgotten about. This is a rare moment I get to reflect on what has come and what’s still to come. I care about putting my work out into the world, then move on to the next idea…
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To-Do List
I have so much on my to-do list. The list goes on and on. Everything I didn’t finish yesterday got piled into today’s list, and today’s unfinished business will join tomorrow’s to-do list. On and on and on forever. The list just keeps extending longer and longer. Each day becomes…
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Writing Advice
As a writer myself, here are some writing tips I have picked up over time. You were not born with impeccable writing skills. It is a muscle that needs regular flexing and exercise. Stories are important to tell in whatever medium we like, and vastly across multiple avenues. You don’t…
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Mundaneness
Today I go through the same routine that I do every day. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me, and that suits me just fine. I work, I clean the house, I sleep, and I start again. LKook, the sun is beginning to set. It’s time to put…
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Final Hours
It troubles me everytime it happens, where I encounter the final few hours of some random person’s life right before they die. Their life flashes before my eyes as I see where they were, who they interacted with and why they died easy. It’s a huge reason why I took…
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Bright, Vivid Colours
The colours dance around the room as they usually do when I’m exhausted. The oranges become purples, the greens become pinks, and so on and so forth. It is a nice pastime of mine taht makes me feel somewhat alive and somewhat dead. I don’t know what the colours mean,…
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A Grave for Dead Gods
I’m the last person to tend to the dead overlords. People of all species do not accept their creators are mortal, despite how long they live for, die just like them. They might understand on a surface level that everything is created from a previous reaction, but foolish enough to…
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natural Job Selection
All creatives will relate to this. Every painter finds work at a gallery or an art supply store, so they get closer to their goal. Same with writers – they find work at a publishing house. Musicians work in recording studios. They all have the commonality of utilising the resources…
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Dream Storage
I am the holder of dreams. Every nighttime vision, every goal or accomplishment is stored in my warehouse. There are thousands of people’s dreams stored away here, only to be released when they’ve achieved their dream goal. There are always jobs going at the dream factory in order to sort…
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Angry Traffic Light
I thought when I was given a number plate, that I’d be a strong car on the road, driving often. Like a four-wheel drive or even a truck towering above the rest of the world. Instead, they put a traffic light on top of me to stand still on roads…
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Set Sail
Most people I know are ungrateful for their jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I completely lose track of why I work too. I am lucky enough to travel the world and meet passengers from all walks of life. I see friendly faces wander over to the bar and converse with…
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The Need To Work
As much as people like to tell me not to wrap myself in my work, I can’t help myself. It is the greatest place to receive an education, in my opinion. In work, I understand myself on a better level, I have greater sense of purpose within my community, and…
