The life of a writer; how hard can it be, you wonder. All we have to do is twist some events and poetically present it to the world. No, that's not the entire process. Inspiration comes when we switch off the lights, put our phones to charge and hit the bed ready to sleep after a long, tiring day. We get the itch to write in the middle of running an errand. We get inspired when we're doing something else important. It is just a split second or a moment, if not written down, it will definitely be forgotten so there are hastily written scribbles on the back page of every notebook. Sometime later, we open the notebook to find words and phrases that no longer make sense, scratch it out and search for new inspiration. Finally, when things look right and almost good enough, we publish or post it. What happens next? We read and edit, crop, write new scenes. Hit republish. A day or a week or a month later, when we read it again, it looks cringe-worthy and cliché so we take it down completely. Writing doesn't come easy and not everything we write is immune to editing and proofreading. Some things get lost in translation and writers hopelessly wish that the emotions that they held while writing that piece don't get lost in translation. Finally, when the piece comes out, the writers can only hope that their readers understand the hard work that went into writing that. hierarchy doesn't place someone who writes effortlessly at the top; it chooses someone who can write, edit and publish something that withholds the same emotion as the unedited version.
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