3 Things That I Hate About Writing For Odyssey

3 Things That I Hate About Writing For Odyssey

It comes with its cons, but in the end, it's worth it.

I started writing for Odyssey the end of August 2017. In that time, I've written about 24 articles. I love writing; that's the reason I chose to join the Odyssey family. And though my medium of choice is poetry, I have found it exhilaratingly challenging to produce more prose styled pieces.

However, as much fun as it is being a content creator, it most definitely comes with its downsides.

1. Weekly deadlines.

(Nearly) every week new articles are to be submitted to be published the following week. And deadlines tend to sneak up on you. Before you realize it, it's time to get writing a something new. Even though it's something you willingly signed up for, it can be difficult to manage time properly, especially if you're a full-time student and working full time.

2. It takes so much of your time.

It takes time to think of a worthwhile article topic. It takes time to write that article. It takes time to find the perfect cover photo (that fits the guidelines). Personally, my best articles have taken hours to research, write, and optimize. Now, take that time and multiply it weekly.

3. Engagement is most important.

Since Odyssey is an online company that functions off of crowdsourced articles from thousands of creators, it makes sense that flashy, sensationalistic headlines are abundant. However, it can be stressful trying to produce professional-like pieces with headlines that are straight to the point but feeling the need to spice them up in order to reach more folks or be shared by Odyssey's main pages.

Every week, I ask myself, is it worth it? And every week, I convince myself that it is. In the end, life is what you make it. I see Odysessy as a platform to express my views and shed light on topics that too many would rather let fall by the wayside. I see it as a stepping stone to something bigger and better. Though I won't make a career out of this, it never hurts to sharpen those writing skills.

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To The Girl Who Still Has Her Mom This Christmas

To the girl with who is blessed enough to have her momma this Christmas. 

     To the girl who is blessed enough to have her momma this Christmas, please remember to soak every last bit of it in. 

      Please remember to hug her so tight, that the way she smells is locked into your nose. Listen to all the stories you've heard a million times, like you've never heard a single one. Help her, even if it seems completely silly to you, help her mix that cake. Laugh, oh please laugh. Laugh at all her corky ways, at the way she mispronounces words, try's to be hip and use new found lingo, or how she cusses when she forgot to get the rolls out of the oven but quickly asks the Lord for forgiveness. Remember her laugh, etch it into your brain. Make her happy, if she wants to go riding around looking at Christmas lights down the same streets you've went for years, do it. Don't fuss, take her advice, agree to just disagree on things. It's not worth it. Most importantly, remind her over and over how much you love her. 

     Because unlike you, I'm not able to see my mom on Christmas. I'm not able to see her on birthdays, Thanksgiving, or any other occasion. My time with her is up. Death is the most permanent heartbreak. 

     How I long to hear her voice, her laugh. To feel her tight embrace. Smell, oh god, what I would give to just be able to smell her. I would absolutely love to go riding around for hours while she ohhs and ahhs at every single house we pass. If I had the opportunity I'd tell her just how much I love her, how I'm so thankful for all the sacrifices she made for me. In fact, I'm not sure I could ever tell her enough. 

      Some days I wake up and it still doesn't feel real. Others, I panic trying to remember exactly how she sounded. Because, I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget a single characteristic about her. Not one. 

     Take time, not just on holidays, or special occasions to be with your mom. Even if it's just you two piled up watching reruns of "The Little House on the Prairie", soak it in. 

    You only get one momma. Nobody could ever take her place. She's your rock. 

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