Writing, a business you say?
But, no, not business writing! Here I am again, writing on my blog for the third time this week. What is WRONG with me???? (I think it is insomnia, really) But I am committed to putting out some new content this year. That includes blogging, books, etc. So, hang with me for a minute. So, you have likely heard (even from me!) that writing is not just art. It is also a business by many these days. They are turning out books on regular release dates, marketing (which really means spending money they haven’t made yet) and promoting their work
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What is good writing?
We will get to what is good writing in a moment. First, let me apologize in advance for any typos in this post. As some of you know, those who follow me on Facebook, I have an injury to one of my left fingers. It makes typing difficult esp. an E or an R or well, all letters my left hand usually types. This post will be short due to this, also. So, on to the subject at hand. Have you ever closed a book and thought, “Man, that was a great book”? What do you think made you say
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Is your social media like family?
What makes your life story? Is it your family? Your friends? Your career? I would be certain that it isn’t your social media, right? So, why is it that so many people are spending so much of their life posting to the Internet? What is it about social media that we cannot stay away from? Experts have an opinion. It is said that people (humans) are social creatures and some like social media to keep in touch with other humans. Some say that it is a networking thing. Professionals need it to promote their business. Either way, it’s a tool.
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How being a pet mom taught me to write better
I have been a pet mom for all of my life, I think. My first dog was a collie. I had him back when I was in middle school. I have downsized in dogs since then. I recently caught myself scolding my little Chihuahua the same way most mothers scold their child. “Now don’t you drag that mess out in the middle of the floor again,” said I. Chihuahuas are sort of peculiar when you say things sharply to them. She looked at me with her sweet little head cocked and proceeded to do just whatever she wanted to. She’s
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The terrible, very bad, no good day
So, here I am – pondering my sitiuation, my life, again. It isn’t lik e I haven’t been here before but this time things are different. This time I am not kicking at the chains. This time I am relaxed, redolent or reminiscent. Yesterday was one of those days where no one wants to find themselves. I went to the hospital to see my hubby and had one eye on the clock the entire time. I knew of some place I wanted to go and I had a time I wanted to be there. When the time arrived, I left,
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