Cunning Opinion: Why Creativity in Copywriting is More Important Than Ever
Copywriters are monkeys on typewriters. There are enough chimps in the infinite internet to type any given text, but only a fraction will produce a Shakespeare. In our content-hungry culture, quantity wins out over quality. Because, like customers of a cheap fast food chain, we are more preoccupied with the
Cunning Tips: How to Write an About Page People Actually Want to Read
You know why my About Page/Bio Text package is so cheap? Honestly, because some of them out there are so diabolical, I’d actually pay to rewrite them. Why is it that despite being one of the most visited pages, and one of the most important when it comes to showcasing
Grammar Roast: Can We Please Just Stop Third Wheeling Full Stops and Commas?
Can you smell that? Plump with promise, marinated in intrigue, it’s the headline you’ll give your right index finger to read. Illuminated behind the oven door of your 1080p laptop screen, lies the Senokot of easily digestible stories, beckoning you in. “What the hell?,” you shrug before slicing your eyes
Cunning Tips: Want Something? Here’s Why You Should Barter For It
Above the street corner, the dull neon sign waits impatiently for midnight. I’m outside, pacing, a victim of my punctuality. Later, I’ll walk out with a knock-off new identity. I’ll do a job for you, you’ll do a job for me. That was the deal. Of course, for Reza’s premium
Uncut Stories: Egyptian Archaeologist Dr. Zahi Hawass on Hatshepsut’s Mummy
I’m in denial – for the fifth time. Yet again, I’m straining to zip five greedy days of research into the constricting skinny jeans of article word limits. I secretly knew it all along; that my thirst for untold facts and intrigue would have me squeezing twenty pages into two;
Grammar Roast: Why Hyphenated -ly Adverbs Make My Blood Boil
Can you smell that? Plump with promise, marinated in intrigue, it’s the headline you’ll give your right index finger to read. Illuminated behind the oven door of your 1080p laptop screen, lies the Senokot of easily digestible stories, beckoning you in. “What the hell?,” you shrug before slicing your eyes
