“They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.”
– Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
Art – Jan Schmuckal‘s illustration for Far From the Madding Crowd
Like women all over this world and other sunkissed dominions, I love jewelry, so I have come up with an inventory of light reflected from the glorious shine of this Treasure Trove of Gems and Pearls.
We all love the story of a treasure found by chance and imagination.
In my culture, hidden treasures flicker on a magic night in the midst of summer. We call this night, The night of Sânziene. They are gracious fairies with magic powers. Also Sânziană is a flower called Lady’s Bedstraw.
Legend has it that on this night one can listen to animals talking with human voice and catch glimpses (if lucky) of the mysterious sheen of the unknown, unfathomable trove of treasures waiting impatiently to be found.
The treasure I am about to present here is not found but forged with toil, sweat, craft and the imagination of a treasure seeker. Swarovski crystals and amazing water-cherished pearls sparkle along with semi-precious stones like amethyst, citrine, opal, Larimar, mother-of-pearl and whatnot…
Romanian mythology is enchanting.
Alphonse Mucha – Studio photography
“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
Art – Marc Chagall
“What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Complete Poems
Art – Edmund Leighton
As always, I am humbled and honored to be a Medium writer.
Please find my blog, Iron Tales, at Blog Novels.
What do copywriters do?
Mostly (not) write…
Our lives are made of floating stories. Ours or others. Making them visible is the copywriter’s job.
I strive to make my clients’ stories visible and in doing so I need:
2.A communication strategy with a view to topics that interest real clients.
3.An objective and carefully designed keyword strategy.
4.The answers to the following questions:
– Do you have a style guide?
– Who is your online competition? Why do you consider them competition?
– What do you sell? (Besides jewelry/ training services/……)
– What is your unique sales proposition?
– What are your company’s benefit statements?
– What are the most common objections to overcome?
– What is your off-page SEO strategy?
– Do you like your site’s voice?
– What primary actions do you want readers to take?
And because content is King but distribution is King Kong:
– How will the content be promoted?
– What social media platforms are working for you?
Content creation is a massive task to tackle. We start with the story without which your business didn’t exist. It might be the simple story of how you get the idea, or how your idea came into being.
Writing is like mining for gold. We need to drill and excavate and blast through a huge amount of rock before we find a vein of gold. Once found … We deliver your content writing, business writing, SEO writing and creative writing with joy as we have a flair for writing in different styles at affordable rates.
I also write poetry, short fiction and I make my stories and endeavors visible in the eyes of the community, as local councillor elect.
I illustrate with Rainy Evening by Todd Cox as our days as writers and copywriters may look like this. Nevertheless, they are still beautiful.
“The creative instinct is … an enormous extra vitality, a super-energy, born inexplicably in an individual… — an energy which no single life can consume.”
– Pearl S. Buck, the Youngest Woman to Receive the Nobel Prize in Literature
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I love words.
I cherish idioms, jargon, vernacular language. The most I love is Pan’s Labyrinth or treasure trove of word-work. Which firstly blind-numbs my eyes and mind. Then I have the eyesight of Argus and my mind channels the hands of Vulcan.
I have a BA in English language and civilization and I hold a second degree in Economics.
I have more than 20 years’ experience in teaching and writing academic pieces about finance, accounting, business, legal, marketing. I have created one-of-a-kind courses and tailored product descriptions for my corporate customers.
I am primarily a teacher of English and I am in love with words. I write stories. Simple stories. About dreams and goals, failure and foible, fallacy and reality, blossoming and withering. And I want to know about your passions and dreams, wishes and hopes, blossoming and flourishing…And the spears from life that make us glint. Nevertheless, I am a dreamer on a cloud. As dreams cost nothing… In ordinary days, I am a word-weaver for stories that build ladders. In the best of days, I just follow the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. I am grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, laugh, smile, and drop a line here.
My poem Vestiges and Claws has been featured at Medium.com.
We are the only people
in the world
and we hold
the keys to all
gardens and dungeons
beneath a wall…
We live on
Moon’s compassionate light
and greenish profoundness
We may not die
but if we do
your smile will freeze
the light blue
in my eye
and shovel back the trench
to where I quench
my thirst for throbbing hearts
and burning dreams
deposited in chests
that heave entwined.
© Iulia Halatz
Art – Ivan Avgustovich Veltz
Which poem reminds you of your childhood? Either because you read it as a child or because when you read it, it resonates with your inner child.
A Bird, came down the Walk
by EMILY DICKINSON
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass –
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass –
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad –
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. –
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home –
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
Answer featured at Quora.com.
Art – Charles van Sandwyk.
Art by Eugène Samuel Grasset…