And why I took the plunge in the first place. My name is Noah Jade. I’m a 29-year-old newbie freelance copywriter, with a lifetime of experience writing fictional stories that no one’s ever read, and a portfolio full of free and spec work. I’ve written full journals of poetry, short stories across all the genres (even a spicy one), and…

Is cold pitching really the best way to get clients? Let’s find out. Alright, Jacob McMillen, you’re on. I’ve just finished watching a video where Jacob uses cold pitching to land a $5,000 blogging gig in 48 hours. He’s not the only one out here using and recommending this strategy, either. Jacob, Location Rebel, Alex Cattoni, and the Copy That! podcast all agree. Cold pitching is the fastest way to make real money and actual clients as a freelance writer. I think it’s time we put this to the test.

When you think of poetry, do you picture men in puffy shirts, with mustaches and quills? Maybe angsty teenage prose stuffed inside of an overused journal? You probably don’t spend too much time devouring the latest slam poems or scribbling out your own verses in your spare time. After all…

I walk outside to let the dogs out before bed. It’s late, and I think… maybe I need to go to bed earlier. But the moist air hits my skin at just the right temperature, and so I walk the dogs a little longer, and the longer I walk, the…

Healing is an arduous journey that, for the most part, every human being must take alone. And on some days I question if the end goal, the mythical idea of being healed, is even fully possible. …

A flash fiction piece inspired by my dog, Xena Two long scratches squealed against the glass of the patio door. Xena lowered into a scared pre-pounce stance, eyes trained on the blinds for any trace of movement. Her nose sniffed heavily towards the sound as she approached. Her instinct spun…

A Personal Essay on A Very Different Type of Day — Today I woke up feeling hungover and under-stimulated. The regular pathways to fill my constant need for stimulation felt underwhelming, and so did the potential of even pretending they were worth my time today. It’s a strange thing to wake up without emotion, and a stranger thing for it to…

A poem expressing the sensation of rage, and working through it. A good day turns sour fast, only takes one trigger. Electric thoughts, downward spiral The fluttering numbness in your chest. Pin pricking palpitations, Gutteral sensations, Rage scalding the tongue, Boiling beneath the skin. Breath held, fists clenched, Offered y our…

An Exploration of Body Image, Gender Dysphoria, and Shame — *Before you read any further I must warn you that this piece is explicit, uncensored, and may be triggering to those with gender dysphoria, or body dysmorphia. Please understand this is my personal experience of experiencing extreme shame surrounding my body and gender. If you choose to continue I hope…