Category: Writing for the Web

I’m in love with the power of words. As a child I’d take my magical sword to the enemy, my heart to the maiden and my hungry mind to a thousand worlds on offer. Words taught and entertained. Matric found me winning the English prize but despite having thought I’d be the adventuring journalist uncovering insidious plots by evil politicians, my journey of discovery was only beginning.

Where I’m now finds me as a freelance, music agent whose words often market bands and events, writing biographies, press releases and web content. I own several websites and it’s there where i write creatively for myself (blog, poetry) and the music industry (CD reviews, band interviews etc.).

mike@thedotshop.net

Another dud. Didnt get past the first few pages

Written by Tash Aw, We The Survivors is as good a read as any I have found.

He has a comfortable, easy style and his narrative about nothing much, held my attention, despite everything it was not. If there was a theme it was grinding poverty and the futility of trying to change things that remain the same. Life inevitably returning to where it begins.

A part-time freelance writer with published articles in Marie-Claire, Fair Lady and Psychologies magazines. A book is currently ‘work in progress’; a humorous look at personal calamity; embracing change and giving adversity a proverbial kick up the backside.

Aiming to provide the following services; creative content writing of articles and web pages, research and information gathering, editing and proof-reading. Improving quality of overall content, leading to increased traffic and thereby profitability.

Previously a background in events management in the UK, followed by a ten year stint guiding horseback safaris and lodge management in the Waterberg region, Limpopo.

Rates are time and project dependant.
sam@askthelocals.co.za

Readable but only just. I needed the help of Google to recall the story line of this book by Mark Billingham.

The unfolding plot is both clumsy and contrived. In particular, the attempt at an erotic twist in the tale. Inserted for impact rather than content, the punch line falls flat. Clumsy and puerile. Only suggested if there is nothing else to hand.

Another Dud.

Note to self: Nominated for….Winner of…..Shortlisted for…..is no guarantee

Didn’t take long to decide that this book was not working for me

Mike Mason is one of the few local web content writers I have managed to make contact with. He is a mature and experienced copywriter, proofreader and editor based in the Eastern Cape close to Rhodes University. Mike is widely experienced at writing articles that have been optimized for Internet search engines, and this is his forté. His talents don’t stop there – he has several of his own websites that are on the number 1 results page in Google searches and he specializes in WordPress sites. You can contact him direct at +27(0)46 636 2505

You can see sample articles by Mike as well as an anthology of his poetry on his website at www.mikescopywriting.com

A work of fiction woven out of historical facts. The melodrama is overdone but it was interesting enough to keep going.

Covering perhaps one of the most interesting periods in the history of the Moghuls. A time when the seeds of conflict were sown, a conflict that has boiled over and which has split the continent between Hindu and Muslim.

I could use people who can write. But it seems you either end up with people who cant or writers you cant afford. Is there no middle road? This is what I am looking for.

Lost me very quickly. Tries far too hard to be that voice of the modern Chinese American teenager. Found it contrived, coarse and abrasive. Not the slightest bit stimulating. Simply irritating.

“[Jenny Zhang’s] coming-of-age tales are coarse and funny, sweet and sour, told in language that’s rough-hewn yet pulsating with energy.”—USA Today

“One of the knockout fiction debuts of the year.”—New York

“Compelling writing about what it means to be a teenager . . . It’s brilliant, it’s dark, but it’s also humorous and filled with love.”—Isaac Fitzgerald, Today

Afraid I don’t get it.