Where two rivers meet

BENT ON LOVE

We are made mostly of water,

and move and flow like a river on our own path

It is exciting to see when two rivers meet

They may continue on their own path,

but for a moment they cross paths. 🙂

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How to Write an Attractive Profile

MiddleMe

As a freelancer, you are selling yourself to the whole world who are looking to engage your services or buy your products. Writing a good profile gives people an insight on who you are, what you stand for and of course, your experiences. However, don’t put up a profile on freelancing platforms as if you are applying for a job.

The number one mistake I often see on freelancing platforms are profiles that look like a resume. I’m not going to hire you for a permanent role, I don’t need to read through your CV and if I am looking for a graphic designer, having a teaching experience some eight years ago, will not benefit me in any way.

So how do you write a profile that will attract customers to you like bees to honey? Below are listed some steps for your consideration.

Work Experiences
List only the relevant…

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Steps Through Light Ripples…

Pmespeak's Blog

“My love must be a kind of blind love
I can’t see anyone but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop

Are the stars out tonight
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you dear
Sha bop sha bop

The moon may be high
Sha bop sha bop
But I can’t see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you”…by Harry Warren and Al Dubin

Once from the harbors of Calimesa City —sailed great ships of crystal and purple satin sails—‘cross space high—sea wide—space—toward small—places of spinning—three steps from star-bright—to sunlight tight—dancers—heated waves vibrating life—chances of starts—begins-of-ends—exploded—homes of variations and always—conducive to blood-fleshed creations—and our—creature selves. Lights of night—spot brilliance—and lines—along shoreline’s length—dimming as they too—scatter away from seeing—folks passing one another—as they walk water-front streets along—the westerly notions of Calimesa City.

Shine ‘cross water’s edge—looping and…

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