"Write Like You Talk."
I have never loved writing the way I talk.
I love playing with words. I love to have my Oxford Dictionary beside me, whenever I sit down to write on something, and considering that I am again preparing for the entrance examination because I wasted one whole year studying in a university that, unfortunately, is going to harm me more than pave a way to the kind of success I have always desired, my rage is indeed valid.
To shine the light upon this issue, after I got my job (yes, I've officially become a content writer), since a few months I was struggling in my position. Many a times, my script handlers found themselves in a conflicting state; they assumed my writing to be AI-generated. It went on for like four months straight, but thanks to an evidential record of the fact that I write by myself, they could not clearly decide whether to fire me or not, especially because I worked with the chief handler on exploration of a comic series. It was indeed a wonderful experience for me, but then again, I was unsatisfied with how my handlers viewed me.
In fact, last month (April, 2026), a huge misunderstanding had been created between me and the chief handler. He was literally scolding me in the feedback group on WhatsApp, thinking that I've been using A.I. and lying to them all, yet I don't mind. I understood his frustration, considering that their channel had mistakenly been flagged as propagating false information.
However, on one fateful day, my script handler went on a leave, and my projects were temporarily managed by some other man, who, for sure, was a man who possessed great knowledge about content writing.
He approached me, gave some sample scripts and said, “Have a look at these sample scripts.”
It's shameful to admit that during this exact day, I finally realised that it was actually so stupid of me to show off my vocabulary in the process of writing scripts for a YouTube video, and ludicrously enough, I had this misconception that my bosses misunderstood me because they are not as proficient as me, which is kinda true too.
Write like you talk.
This advice changed my life. But then again, it made me wonder something else, too.
“If I take this advice quite literally and write like how I actually talk, how would my stories sound?”
This made me ponder for a while. I kept pondering inexorably.
And then I came up with this conclusion: if I start writing like how I talk, no doubt I'll start sounding obnoxious. And it is, of course, true, because when I get really close with someone, all I do is COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN about how I hate that one person in my life.
Imagine the kind of impact my unsavoury personality would have on my writings, if I allowed them to overtake. Unequivocally, my poems would sound like something ripped off from an Olivia Rodrigo song, especially her songs from her debut album SOUR. But then again, I disagree with this too, because I've never lived a rebellious phase.
Yet, I find myself castigating that one girl from my circle, who is using her 29-year old grandpa-ass boyfriend as a credit card, that one friend of mine who has a completely AI-generated personality…
So, yes! My rage definitely doesn't equal to some teenager pouring out her angst just for the sake of it. The fact that I have been preparing myself for a bright future where I'd remain uplifted by my financial independence itself guzzles my spirit.
See, when you work really hard, you often have mixed feelings about yourself; you find yourself envying lethargic people. It feels ridiculous to see people of my age relying upon my parents’ bank balance completely. And mind you: I'm just 19. And the main reason why I started writing to earn money was that I wanted to watch movies and for that, I did not want to vex my father, who was already suffering from a financial crisis to my oblivion. Yet, even now, the fact that I'm earning is benefiting me more than my father; even if he's the one keeping over half of my salary, it doesn't diminish the fact that I've spent a lot of money these last two months. More laughable is that my parents cannot say anything; they just shake off that weird feeling and say, “Oh, I know right! Anwesha has spent a lot, thanks to her salary.” And in such a situation, how would I even dare to recall those flashbacks when my father had called on me one evening and reprimanded me like his whole life depended on it?
And that's the very reason why I keep luring myself to go for job-hunting. Sooner, I will be someone having 1 year of job experience, according to my resume, and this is going to help me a lot, undoubtedly.
But what about communication skills?
I'm telling you: I fumble a lot while speaking. I sometimes even forget what exactly to say, and I fear that's gonna impact me a lot, especially while appearing for interviews. A few days ago, I sat through an interview for a proofreader and I'm pretty underconfident about the results.
Dare I reference the two sides of a coin? On one hand, I find myself juggling my college assignments and unlimited rewrite, but on the other hand, I also enjoy my life (yesterday, I bought a bluetooth speaker and was planning to buy a headphone too).
Nevertheless, earning 16000-18000 rupees per month is still not enough.
I want to earn more money.
Not through investments. Not through trading. Not through gambling. Solely because I'm a talented writer and I have adaptability too.
And this is how I will sound if I take the aforementioned advice seriously; just expect a more watered-down version of it with lots of stuttering and add some vocal and motor stims in between.