“…I’ve since evolved from the timid hope that someone will come over here and read my work and like it (and tell me so) to boldly inviting people to look at it. Hope wasn’t really working out very well. Inviting people works better. ” Continue
Writers, from all accounts that I’ve found, are often stumped about what to write on their blogs. There’s no shortage of blogging going on in the universe, that’s for sure, but writers generally have a specific kind of writing they want to do.
Some bloggers offer helpful hints and inspiration. Tons of bloggers, certainly some of my favorites, share recipes and cooking tips. Some tell funny stories. Some are funnier than others. Some can barely spell but they have something important to say and they manage to get it out there on that massive information highway. Wordes, wrds, words. It’s all good, as my kids used to say.
Lots and lots of bloggers reveal personal information about their lives, their romantic breakups, their pets. They write touching stories about their children or parents or fighting their way back from illness or some other kind of challenge. These aren’t all writers, necessarily, but they’re bloggers. They want to share something with the world. A piece of themselves.
Then there are bloggers who write about blogging. It’s a business for some folks. I haven’t figured out how they make money at it, at least not on WordPress but a few of them are hugely successful at it.
My favorite bloggers are those who are able to bring together elements from each category and draw me in with compelling ideas and fascinating perspectives about their lives—or about all life.
I recently started this networking blog, separate from my writing blog and I commented to a fellow blogger that I wasn’t sure what to write about on it. His answer resonated with me:
Write your world for us. No one sees it like you do 🙂
And, he’s right. I’m sure I’d be locked up for a long time if anybody knew what really goes on in my head. My kids have told me for years what a weirdo I am. I’m okay with that. I like my life. While I spend most of my time alone, I’m not a hermit or a recluse and I don’t have phobias and I’m not anti-people. Necessarily.
I love people. In fact, I don’t know anybody else who loves people like I do. I love deeply and usually forever, I’m just not needy about it. I even love people who don’t love me back. Sure, there are plenty of folks in my life that I don’t love and I even have strong feelings of dislike with regard to a few people. I’d still put them out if they were on fire.
That’s not to say I am some kind of Pollyanna because I’m certainly not. One of my
husband’s cousins once called a me sailor and at first it so enraged me that I thought for a minute that I wouldn’t put him out if he were on fire. I calmed down and accepted that that’s just how he sees me and I supposed that there must be a reason he sees me like that. Either way. It’s all good.
So, taking the advice of my blogger friend I’ve decided to share a kind of day in the life of story about myself. Me, me, me. It’s like a verbal selfie. It is, more accurately, only a few minutes in the life of story. My actual days go on and on sometimes. It might be best described as an expose of my boomer vanity. A split-second snapshot of my own private insanity. I should probably be embarrassed but I’m not. Maybe it will resonate with other readers and writers who mostly love people and definitely love life. If it’s not well-received, I’m okay with that too. This is my life. I like it a lot.
It might help to read my short introduction, Another Introduction to understand that I’m old but I’m not a grey-haired old granny. I don’t want to be young again but I miss certain parts of my youth. Looking younger would be nice. I only worry about it in short snippets though, because again, I’m vain, but I’m happy.
For a peek inside 30 minutes of my day, take a look.
I’m posting a link here to a blog I read today and it expresses exactly how I feel. It’s as if she peeked into my head and pulled out all the nagging, second-guessing, head scratching and self-recrimination in that half-empty cavern and threw them on a public post using clever words and perfect phrasing about why I continue to write. In particular, why I blog. Continue reading
I don’t actually think I can do this. But, since I was honored by a ‘mention’ and therefore nominated for an award and because I pretty much like to pay it forward and backward, I’m gonna’ try . Thank you Brandon, aka music.unrenowned.
While I am not new to blogging or writing exactly, I am new to WordPress (again) and new to looking for an audience. I have always written because I wanted to and if a reader stumbled on my work and liked it- well… let’s be honest.. it’s like a drug. So, I have recently reached out to other bloggers to find out what people are writing. And reading.
I discovered Tenbrokenrecords in my wanderings. I am old enough to be everybody’s grandmother so I come from a place of great exposure, if not experience with music. Landing on Brandon’s page was a treat. My favorite aspect of the blog is that its author is open to, and even requests content ideas and new bands and music to expose and critique. Bravo, Brandon. The site design is nice and weekly tweaking is fun to watch. Besides all that, turns out Brandon is a nice guy and I have taken an interest in his school progress.
Okay. I’m gonna play this. When I saw the email on my phone this morning about being ‘nominated’
for a WP award..well, I’m embarrassed to say I cut short my usual morning routine and nearly tripped on the ill-placed (but quite attractive) throw rug between the dining room and kitchen, where my old and rarely trusty laptop mostly sleeps on the (old) over-sized roll top desk (which takes up too much space in my kitchen but again, is quite attractive). I forced myself to resist running upstairs where my actual PC thrives and hums and always works like an ‘effing charm because I have a fear of jinxing all-things-good by getting too excited and thinking that maybe something good is about to happen.
In the three or so seconds it took me to race into the kitchen and plop into the ratty (but comfortable) rolling chair I had already dismissed any possibility that I had read the email correctly. As I landed in the chair, however, I began an urgent coaxing and begging and making little deals in my mind with God (please, please, please let this be one of the times this POS laptop isn’t battling some scripting error). I logged into WP to accept my nomination and thank, profusely, my nominator, Brandon.
I read Brandon’s nomination post and saw my blog link on his list of nominees and I thought, okay, this is great. This is good. This is.. pretty good. Well. This is, um. So…. when is the winner picked? How will I know? Who are the judges? What’s the deal here?
At about this moment in my cautious and slowly diffusing excitement, my husband, feigning indifference, ambled past the desk toward the coffee pot. He’s been pissed at me for about six weeks now (his fault) and I have responded with resolute apathy. But, I could not resist: “I was nominated for a writing award on WordPress!” His reaction was genuine. He was excited for me (for a second) and I’m a bitch but I’m not evil so I felt properly guilty (for a second). I shrugged off the excitement and guilt and he remembered he was pissed and ambled back outside to poke around and do whatever it is he does out there when he’s pissed and trying to ignore me.
So, left alone in my ratty chair I did some poking of my own. What is this ‘Versatile Blogger Award’ thing anyway? I found a forum (thank you TimeThief) and got the deets. I got the 411. I got the skinny. Okay (sorry), yeah, I figured it out. I put the laptop to sleep and brushed my teeth and got on with my day. But I was amped a little. I’m in sales. I know marketing. But still… I was nominated. And no, I did not tell my angry husband that there is no chance I am actually winning any actual trophy or anything.
I worked on my Big-Back-Yard-Project and having determined The Project is one of the numerous reasons my husband is pissed, decided to enlist his help on the heavy lifting and electric tool portion of the job. He did the work without suggesting the correct (his) way to do the thing- which had to be excruciating for him – and he generally wallowed in the ‘I’m a big fucking martyr’ role all day and I found I rather enjoyed it. I, after all, had been nominated for a writing award.
Back at the laptop (which appears to be at peace with all incoming scripts), I debated whether I would continue with the award meme (yes, I looked it up. It’s a real word). I clicked on Brandon’s other blog nominees. I found some I liked. I checked out some of their blogrolls and found even more blogs I liked. On one of the blogs I liked, the author, Selah Aran, invited her readers to write her a real letter.. with paper.. and a stamp, which I did. It is still sitting on my desk with a stamp on it but I am going to mail it. I subscribed to her blog and a few others. I made some comments and ‘liked’ a few. Some of them looked back at my blog. I got a couple of ‘likes’ on my posts. And comments. So. Yeah. I win.
As for the seven things about me.. do I have to? I’m not really in to that.. besides, there are at least seven suggestions about me in the above blog post. Assume anything you wish. Clearly, I can tolerate being ignored, not liked, not appreciated, endlessly nagged and all my faults pointed out constantly – oh, wait- that’s not you – either way.. I’m not that interesting. I prefer to tell you the reasons I am nominating the following blogs:
If you choose to accept the award, the following are the rules:
1. Thank the person who shared the award with you by linking back to them in your post.
2. Pass this award to 15 recently discovered blogs and let them know that you included them in your blog post.
3. List 7 things about yourself.
Since my last go-round with Word Press.. huge, huge improvements..