I'm a copywriter. You need to state it out loud, taste it and feel it. A copywriter isn't a place to which you are assigned using a stroke of jurisdiction, even if it's because of merit. You just sit down in front of the screen and write the first text one day. And then, terribly humiliated by your own delight, you rejoice at the few coins which dropped into your wallet. And you also carry out the next order, the third, and this works at you longer, than you may really do for pitiful 24 hours, and looms behind a heap of trifles the identical client who will appreciate your talents - preferably, in currency terms. "I am a copywriter", - you also state not without pride in a meeting with older friends, and you also understand it is so.And now in whispering: I'm a copywriter. Because the husband of nervous tic starts to seem and the mood is chronically spoiled. Unscrupulously tambourine under his nose is something very flexible, he goes to the kitchen to heat the soup up the day before , and then heroically struggles with the iron, attempting to iron the shirt and point arrows onto his trousers. A few hours later, with solemnly buried the expectation for a standard family day, '' he writes a large amount of marker on a laptop page"Good night"that puts a sheet onto the computer keyboard and goes to bed with a blanket on his head.Bright orange color, such as the eye of a Cyclops in an ancient cave, flashes the message. I can not leave a challenge , my mom taught me to be polite. So, the article; I fear, someplace I've already caught this subject... And no one took it?! There are a great deal of important words, do they say? It's just like twice! When can we need to complete? Yesterday? Everything is as usual. Yes, I could. Yes, of course. Yes, I'm the most gifted, the cleverest, the smartest. Enough, do not interfere with your work!Am I a copywriter? You won't wait! Now I will take away my daughter's cosmetics, receive a stunning pantsuit from the closet, visit my hairdresser. And I will remember that I'm a woman in full bloom of charm and strength, dear husband and a couple of not the worst agents of the most powerful half of humanity, not an expert machine for the creation of texts. Now, right now, just switch off the monitor.The screen display lights up. On the bass note, the chip purrs just like a parasitic kitten. A crazy magpie chirps the keyboard beneath her fingers, and the lines are piled into paragraphs of text. Husband and daughter have been sleeping for quite a while, even outside the window, the adolescent company has calmed down, hurrying to catch the final heat of autumn. Between the loosely closed curtains, one can observe the boat of the month swaying, melt the late star. I'm working. Hello, my name is Aurore, I'm a copywriter. Should you need to write an article or an advance report and you also do not know how. Please get in touch with us in I will always help you with your work.I am a copywriter. Life is finished. I'm amazed to discover that September is nearly over, and the wind is driving piercing yellow birch leaves through the yard. The sun smiles shyly, looking into the area through never shattered windows, and tenderly tickles the hands of the hand in the time immemorial with manicure. Favourite cosmetic tote daughter ago hauled into her area, it is reasonable to feel that when the mother didn't require any ink or lipstick for a month, then it will not be needed and in the near future. About the lid of an expensive face cream, presented to the birthday of a inconsolable admirer, accumulated a fair layer of dust. And the mirror on the desk a week ago was providently unfolded by the rear side after a sleepless night it is better not to look in to it, it doesn't contribute to psychological wellbeing.