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The Bravery to Put Pen to Paper
You’re reading this and saying to yourself, Oh Fyora, I wish I was talented enough to get that exclusive Neopian Times Writer avatar. Allow me to tell you this: a far greater reward awaits once you put pen to paper than a Weewoo wobbling on a stack of printed issues. There are countless Neopians eager to experience your imagination through your artistry. And who knows? After tapping into your writing, you may earn that White Weewoo and the respectable NT Star avatar for 10+ accepted submissions too. After collaborating with someone, I learned not everyone is thrilled to write as I am. It’s one thing to run Neopies award-winning cinematic masterpieces in your head, but once you stare at a blank sheet of paper, the task becomes insurmountable. You may feel apprehensive about tackling such a monstrous undertaking, and that’s okay. Let me inspire you to conquer your fear and take the first step. I won’t offer grammatical or stylistic advice because those skills are honed from practice and regular reading. And hey, you can find that stuff at libraries, writers’ groups, and your local bookshop. Whether you’re in Brightvale, Faerieland, or even in Moltara’s Arcanium, self-help texts may provide everything you need to succeed in Neopia with diagrams, step-by-step processes, and interviews with
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