My Masters’ Nightmare Season 2, Episode 1 “Mind Games” By Marita A. Hansen
People lusted after me. I could see it in their eyes, with the way their pupils grew large, the black practically eclipsing their irises. I could also see it in the way they breathed in sharply when they saw me, as though they were trying to suck in my essence—my soul, my beautiful face…
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People lusted after me. I could see it in their eyes, with the way their pupils grew large, the black practically eclipsing their irises. I could also see it in the way they breathed in sharply when they saw me, as though they were trying to suck in my essence—my soul, my beautiful face like cocaine to their libidos. It didn’t matter whether they were male or female; their reactions were all the same. And I hated it. People had told me so many times that being beautiful was a blessing, but to me, it felt more like a curse. It had brought me nothing but suffering, the years of abuse taking a toll on my sanity. And as I stepped out of the limousine, I knew without a doubt I was going to suffer more, my curse this time leading me into Hell—the Black Russian’s palace.
What do I call myself? A novelist? A journalist? Writer on demand? Copywriter? Ghostwriter? Poet? Is there a single word to describe all these things? if anyone knows one please tell me. I started out life as a journalist after my service time in the RN. I was 22. My love then was music writing, contributing articles to most of the pop/rock magazines of the time. As time went by I ghostwrote biographies for celebs, wrote novels, and made a general living from writing everything from love letters to translating menus in China to acceptable English. I have written greetings cards, manuals, How to books on so many subjects I forget. My living has been as a writer on demand. So, my blog is an eclectic collection of HOW MY BRAIN WORKS. Recently I started writing blogs for company blogs. In my retirement I find myself writing more, about more subjects than I ever covered as a roving journalist. I ask myself why having reached the age of leisure why I am now busier than ever before! If you have a blog, or a job to offer, I'm an obsessive researcher and turnaround time is fast. Yes, I know, I'm a HACK. A writer for money. A gun for hire. But hey... we all have our failings. Thanks for calling in. Feel free to chat and comment. I'll even get back to you with a thank you note!