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15 May 2013 Leave a comment
I’m woefully far behind on the important part of my blog — the part where I keep in touch with my WordPress friends. I love “likes” — that makes perfect sense, right? And your comments are wonderful — I do keep up with those. But I have a long list of people in my email who have visited this blog and whom I want to visit in return. And I will. I’m far, far behind on my Reader — is there even such a thing as being “caught up?” For now I just wanted to say a quick thank you for the wonderful things you write, the thoughtful ways you stay in touch with other WordPress bloggers, and for your patience. Most definitely your patience!
07 May 2013 4 Comments
Give your newer sisters and brothers-in-WordPress one piece of advice based on your experiences blogging.
My advice can be distilled into one sentence: Make your blog a priority.
Write something every day, whether or not you decide to publish it. Hang around the Community Pool (http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/05/community-pool-12/) in order to pick up new ideas and benefit from the experience of others. Exercise your curiosity. Ask questions. Stretch your wings creatively and always be willing to learn something new, add a new element to your blog site, change it up, keep it fresh. Make friends in the WordPress community — there are thousands of people here and you will surely connect with at least a percentage of them. If your early attempts at blogging do not meet with success, either in your own estimation or as reflected by a lack of following, don’t give up easily. Try changing your focus, seek input from friends and fellow bloggers, gain knowledge and understanding through reading the selections on Freshly Pressed and elsewhere around the site. Blogging is a highly satisfying endeavor and it’s worth staying with until things start to click!
The first step in blogging is not writing them but reading them. ~Jeff Jarvis
A quick P.S. … Your phone is an excellent resource for note-taking on the run. Jot down every idea that pops into your head because I can pretty much guarantee it won’t be there later when you try to recall what it was. I use the Voice Memo feature on my iPhone when I’m walking — works really well.
29 Jan 2013 8 Comments
Not everyone can say this, but I still live in the same town where I was born. I was temporarily away, as I was raised twelve miles outside town, but in western Kansas that meant I could practically see the hospital from the farm. I spent a summer in New Jersey in the 60s, a boyfriend thing. I lived on yet another farm two counties away for almost 35 years, a marriage thing. Even during those first-marriage years, though, I wasn’t more than a half-hour from my birthplace. And now I’m back.
You might be tempted to think that my life has been deadly boring, but you’d be wrong, even though the potential was certainly there. On the contrary, thanks to the wonderful world of books, I’ve traveled just about everywhere and gotten to know people I’ll never forget. My mom, a woman blessedly ahead of her time, started reading to me from approximately the second I popped my head out in the delivery room, and she did the same for my sisters and brother. Books were always a hot topic of conversation in our house and pretty much nothing was off-limits if we thought we were big enough to handle it (other than the fascinating volumes I discovered in my parents’ closet, but that’s a story that shall never be told).
Our mom fully understood that reading holds the power to ward off prejudice, ignorance, and dullness of spirit. We all shared the isolation of the farm, but she had no intention of letting that shape us for life. We even got by with ducking work sometimes, as long as it was for the sake of a book, the unspoken agreement being that we had to make sure no sibling saw it happening.
If you locked me in a room with only a bodice-ripping romance novel for company, I’d scan it for erotic parts, strictly in the interest of Continuing Adult Education, but I wouldn’t read it. I really don’t think I could. I’d rather count fly-specks on the walls or stains on the carpet. If that makes me sound like a snob, I apolo … um, no, I don’t, it’s the truth. But that’s just me … I’m not judging.
Give me a great biography or autobiography, a historical novel, a sophisticated mystery, a realistic crime novel or true account, an entertaining travel journal, stellar fiction … then walk away and I’m not likely to even notice. A question I’ve never been able to answer … “What’s the best book you’ve ever read?” Impossible! Usually it’s the one I just finished. I crawl inside every good book I read and live there until it’s done. And then I take time to mourn just a bit before I pick up the next read …
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