Nine months of my life.

I have been with read.cash for 9 months now. My beginnings here were very good, when I started working here, because in fact this is a job for me which I do with a lot of passion, I came from a very poor financial situation. I left other platforms and focused on this one.

I worked hard, day, afternoon and night. Little by little I grew. I started with articles about my plants and also about my cooking recipes. Although I was well rewarded I kept looking for ways to grow in writing. It changed the way I looked at my imaginary stories and my memories of the odysseys of my travels throughout my life came back to my mind and I put them into letters. The wonders of my country through my eyes and in the eyes of history were the reason for many comments, thank you all for that.

I also dared to tell personal stories of my family life, my life as a student through the times. I told even more, I ventured into stories about murders, homicides, plots, I let my imagination fly into fictional stories. I wrote about fictional stories and this excited me. I wrote about my way of looking at life, to be grateful regardless of what happens, to be honest, cheerful, friendly, cooperative… Much I have written and commented on this.

Here on read.cash I found an aspect of my life as a writing hobbyist that I didn't know about.  I’m too pleased with my accomplishments, I’m mostly satisfied that the stories written here are my own, I have not plagiarized content or images from other people or articles, because I did my own research when I wrote about the stories of my country. I write exclusive articles that you can only read here on reah.cash.

I have worked with a lot of passion to the point that my rewards were increasing and this kept stimulating even more my affections for writing because as I was writing and receiving important remuneration for my work I was able to pay many of my expenses and get out of my precarious situation.

This being my most important source of income, I was able to feel comfortable with myself. I was able to pay for my son's semester with my savings from BCH. I was also able to buy my new phone, a Redmi 9, and I was able to save for other expenses that are on the way such as new glasses for my son and me.

I am now 60 years old. I did an article about it on my birthday and received many rewards for it. All my friends congratulated me in one way or another and even the bot congratulated me with their big reward. I’m a hard working woman and will continue to be so as long as I live and God allows me to be. I like to be rewarded for my publications because that's what I work hard for. I have a lot of fun writing everything I can think of with this dreamy mind.

I am so grateful for this bot, the community of friends I have made throughout my nine months here. I noticed that my articles were decreasing in income but I still kept writing and striving to keep up with my creative imagination to write quality articles that please my read.cash friends and the bot.

I realize that my income decreased but my friends kept confirming that my articles were still good. But somehow the bot no longer rewarded me again. I don't know what or why happened, but it happened, I kept writing but I have to keep looking for ways of income. This way of writing is still my priority way of subsisting and I will not give it up, because together with the fact that I get paid for writing I stimulate myself to continue with both personal and imaginary stories. 

I don't want to be thought of as ungrateful because I will always write about how coming to this platform began to change my life in a positive way...  But now the reality is different and not making a profit makes me write less here.

It’s not that I don’t want to write here, because I do, but I have to think on my own income and look for new ways to survive.

Thank you very much read.cash for these 9 months of support. Many thanks to all of you my good friends. Keep growing and supporting this community because this platform is worth it.

I will come from time to time to leave some of these imaginary publications that feed my dreaming soul. A big hug to all of you and know that you are already part of my virtual family.