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My editorial calendar was perfect. Every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday slot had a topic, a word count, a due date. Color codes tracked drafts, revisions, ...
You log in and there are forty-seven notifications. Someone's upset about a thread deletion. Another member wants you to review their work. The weekly...
Three years ago, Maya thought her writing group was just a weekly excuse to grab coffee and complain about word counts. Then someone read chapter six ...
In early 2023, a writer named Jenna joined Karmaly with 200 Twitter followers and zero newsletter subscribers. Six months later, she had 1,200 subscri...
You know the feeling: you post a chapter, and within hours, a dozen people want the next one. You start a newsletter, and suddenly you've got 500 subs...
You've probably heard the advice: 'Build your network,' 'Engage in communities,' 'Be visible.' But what does that actually mean for a writer's career?...
I threw my resume in the trash. Not literally—there is a recycle bin on my desktop—but mentally. After three years of polishing bullet points that nob...
She had 47 drafts in her Google Drive. Three of them were finished. None had been published in the last six months. Rachel—a freelance content writer ...
Your writing group has been meeting for three years. The original five members have grown to fifteen. Feedback sessions now feel rushed. Some members ...
Here is something nobody tells you about writing partnerships: the best collaborator on paper can be the worst for your voice. I have seen it happen t...
I was on a call with a writer who had spent six months growing his blog traffic from 2,000 to 50,000 monthly visitors. He was proud. Then he checked h...
Back in 2022, our small team launched a blog network called Karmaly. We wanted to pay writers fairly, give them ownership, and build a community that ...
Three years. Forty editors pitched per month. Twitter threads every Tuesday. Nothing worked. Then I walked into a church basement on a rainy Thursday ...
The cursor blinks. It's been forty minute. You're staring at the same sentence, a shallow puddle of prose that refuses to become a river. You could sc...