My recent autopsy of my blog has been rather messy, but, enlightening. Although it is still ongoing… I’ve managed to produce quite a lot of dross stuff. Some of it will be re-cycled and other posts TRASHED – big time! I mean what was I even thinking when I wrote them? Perhaps, I was abducted by aliens and my earlier attempts were the after – effects. THEY MADE ME DO IT! In my defence, I was trying to find my ‘blog voice’. We all know that dilemma – yes?
We can come across as too rigid, too silly, plain daft ( I think I may have dipped my toe into the waters of that one!) confused, boring, obsessive or hopefully encouraging. If we get it right and people find something in our blog and posts that they like they return and we are not talking to ourselves any more.
I suspect that when we stop trying to be bloggers and just act naturally is the time when folk find us and read us.
Writing a blog is scary.
Writing a blog is very intimidating – and it is all self-inflicted. We don’t want to disclose too much of ourselves – that’s dangerous. By this I mean chancy in the sense of :
There’s a lot of unscrupulous scum- bags out there that will take your sensitive information and use it to clone a darker version of you.
Do you really want to find yourself naked in a room full of strangers, all pointing and sniggering at your less than perfect funny bits?
But, in order to connect to people we have to give something of ourselves first… right? Reveal something about our true self to another person and they will likely open up, or scurry away – shaking their heads. That is after all, how friendships come about.
It’s just we don’t need to tell folk about everything and go all around the houses, like we usually do.
That’s the fastest way to losing friends and boring folk rigid.
So, how much is enough and what is too much?
I think that is a decision that we all have to make individually. Some folk are more comfortable with sharing aspects of their lives and others are more private. The trick is to find out where you are on this and then blog accordingly.
My blog autopsy continues, in amongst all of the other things I have going on. It’s a slow process.
Sometimes, in amongst all of the entrails and cringe-worthy stuff I’m finding something that is actually kind of okay. Words have been used that I didn’t even know that I knew! Posts actually make sense and I can take some pride in them. These masterpieces will be kept and brought out on parade, every so often. ( Who am I kidding? They’ll be on here all the time.)
So, to revisit my initial title: if you doubt you’re not making progress with your blog, just check out your earlier posts. There will be the evidence of your blog baby and you can bask in the knowledge that your blog is growing up and evolving.
How about you? Have you been pleasantly surprised by your earlier attempts at blogging… good and bad?
I have a confession to make… I don’t check my blog statistics. Do you? Why? What do you learn from them?
I suppose if I’d digested all of the information in those blogging stat guides correctly I wouldn’t be making this statement now. I would probably be analysing them like crazy and would know just what I needed to do to increase my blog traffic. But, do I want to increase my blog traffic?
Here’s the thing – I blog for pleasure and not followers, likes or blog traffic.
I suppose we all do to a degree – otherwise why else would we impose blog writing and the internal, and physical pressures that come with running a blog, on our already busy and knackered selves?
There will be those of you that may conclude that my above statement, about blogging for the love of it, is a cop – out. Perhaps it is. But, I do know that since I cancelled my subscription to Statcounter a sense of calm and acceptance has descended upon me. I kid you not, I was positively becoming obsessive with statistics.
If I gained new followers I was naturally elated and if I lost them, as you do, I was deflated. My worth as a writer was in danger of only being measured in terms of my blog traffic. Should blogging really be as superficial as that?
So sad was I that I would even check my stats in the middle of the night, if I awoke for the toilet.
That’s pretty bad, isn’t it? And what useful information did I glean from this bleary – eyed analysis of my blogging attempts. Nothing, nada! Sometimes folk visited and sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes they would stay for a while and sometimes they took a mere nano-second to decide me and my blog were not for them. Some hardy folk returned for more, time and time again. I never did quite figure out what they were reading though.
And I could see which part of the world they visited from.
That gave me a few oh my gosh, they’re reading from there! moments.
I would try to make my posts more world-wide friendly. But, I’m a Yorkshire woman living in Yorkshireland and maybe, just maybe, that is why folk visited in the first place? We all like to read about other people’s lives, don’t we? They’d seen Sean Bean on tha telly and thought Ey up it’s the female equivalent of him.
They finally left when they realised that even Sean Bean was nowhere in sight. It was just me and some mouldy Yorkshire pudding. I don’t even own a flat cap, it’s a beanie: and my dog is a greyhound, not a whippet!
and was reliably informed that blog stats are predominantly made up of Twitter followers anyhow.
So how can they be called blog stats? It beats me. Not everyone on Twitter is fool – hardy enough to blog… right?
Blog stats are too much like doing maths and my romantic and arty – farty soul is somewhat scared by figures, sums and stats.
And whereas most folks follower figures increase, mine have a habit of dropping. I’m not sure by how many exactly, because I don’t keep a check on them; but, I do suspect some folk have abandoned my ship of lately.
I don’t take it personally though.( I just sit in a cold, dark, corner and quietly cry to myself. It does me good. There’s no need to feel guilty about leaving me.)
I mean do you have time to sit and read blog posts all day? I certainly don’t. We all have to be selective with who we follow, what posts we read and how often we comment… right?
It’s quite easy to drive yourself demented with the number of blogs out there in the blogosphere.
And then there’s the guilt!
You’re a selfish little blogger because you haven’t returned the favours, of all of the followers that follow you and take the time and the trouble to comment on your posts. Good luck on that one if you have in excess of 1000 followers. You don’t need to sleep or have a life do you?
And we all write short posts… ahem, well sort of shortish! Why? Because we know that some poor sod is out there frantically scanning your post, so they can like at the end – without feeling the guilt of just hitting the like button. Because, you may just get found out and ousted as someone who just likes the post – without actually reading it.
Does this sound familiar?
Some folk have got wise to this and have removed the like button. If you’ve read and enjoyed, stay a while longer and comment, appears to be their philosophy.
Is this you? Do you have a like button, or are you testing whether we actually read your posts? I can’t say I blame you.
And then ( I’ve nearly done now) there’s Twitter.
If I get another tweet telling me that I can buy more Twitter followers – I will explode.
I believe in doing things on my own merit. If folk follow me on Twitter it’s not because I have bought them; it’s because for some unknown reason they have decided to follow me. ( They clearly don’t know me.) Well, none of us actually know many of our followers, do we?
And, because Twitter = blog followers, my followers are not bought either. I didn’t buy one and get one free.
So, to all the Twitter follower – sellers – type – people… leave me alone. If I ever decide to go commercial I will contact you.
Am I stupid, or what? (Quite possibly.)
I have no doubt there will be some of you who disagree with my philosophy. I’m guessing that you’re more competitive and a better business person than I am, or ever will be. And you will probably make your living blogging.
If you can spare a moment, share your views with us.
I for one am open-minded and you might just show me that I need to get with the stats and where the action is.
But, for now I will stay with my small and intimate blog. I’m one of life’s plodders. I don’t get anyway fast, as I’m too busy gawping at things. But, if my poxy, ( worthless/ god damn awful) blog and quite frankly – crazy posts can help someone along the way, then that’ll do me just fine.
Thanks for dropping by here, it’s always appreciated.
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In a previous article on here and on the My Trending Stories website, which I contribute to, I suggested writing letters to earn some fast and easy money. If you’re a budding writer, this is the easiest and most obvious way of seeing your words in print. And this is advocated in most non-fiction writing courses, as the first steps to getting published.
But, perhaps you’ve no plans to write… you just like finding easy ways of earning money and getting stuff you like for free. No harm in that.
Write a review.
Just about everything you can think of can be reviewed and we all like to check out reviews for things we are planning to buy, places we hope to visit, books we want to read and of course restaurants/cafes where we can eat and drink… right?
Sometimes a discount can be obtained in exchange for an honest and informative review, or you may just grab yourself a freebie.
A freebie and a stepping stone into the writing world.
I got a freebie and found a way into writing for one particular publication, by writing a review.
Tell us about you holiday experience with your dog and win a fab dog bed. The UK magazine Dog’s Monthly had asked its readers, back in 2010.
Hubby and I had just returned from our first holiday, with our first retired, racing greyhound. We’d had a brilliant few days in a country hotel in the Yorkshire Dales. The dog had behaved, we’d behaved and I fancied having a rave about the little gem of a hotel, in a review. Our greyhound had also expressed interest in another dog bed. So, I sorted out some photos, wrote the review and emailed it to the magazine.
Blimey! I won.
I was published and my dog had a brilliant, new bed to sleep on. ( Greyhounds sleep a lot, so masses of soft, comfy beds are a necessity.)
My foot in the door, at the magazine.
Even more importantly, it gave me a chance to get my foot in the door at the magazine. I’d been reading the publication for a while and thinking if only I could get published in this magazine?
Following on from this review, I did go on to have several articles published in Dogs Monthly and I’ll give you the low down on how I did it in another article on here, in the near future.
But, how about you?
Could you write a review? Even if there’s no monetary or freebie reward on offer, you still get to see your words in print and someone, somewhere will be very grateful for your review. Some websites offer points and reward systems for reviews.
Here are just a few ideas of possible things you could rave about.
Why not do a review for your favourite restaurant? Let them know about it and you may even get a freebie meal on the house.
Do you enjoy chilling out at a health spa? Lucky you. Write them a review and you may just be rewarded with some freebie, extra or discounted chill – out sessions.
Have you read any good books recently? Give a good, honest review of the book and the author may just reward you with a free copy of their next book – to review. If I had a book on the go and someone reviewed it for me, I’d be only too willing to give them something for their time and comments. Perhaps, a big bar of creamy chocolate to accompany the book reading and reviewing. They’d have to supply the cosy chair, roaring fire, warm, fluffy socks and fresh coffee though.
Which also reminds me, that I need to spend a bit more time reading and doing some more reviews. Add it to the list. Take a leaf out of my book and all of that! (Pun intended.)
Of course, there are loads of other things out there to review. And then there are competitions.
Is anyone reading this, a competition fan/expert and if so, have you won and what things have you won? When I was a girl guide, I won a book voucher for baking a cake. It still amazes me to this day.
So, get checking out those magazines and websites for competitions, and reviews. And get writing about your hotels, meals and purchases. Who knows what goodies are waiting for you!
These are just a few of the things that I can think of, but, I know there are heaps more. Feel free to share them and your experiences with us, if you have a moment to spare.
I’m not an overly religious person, but I do believe in a power of some sort. Otherwise how would we and this fantastic globe that we spin through space on, exist?
As a child I schooled at Church of England schools and so regular visits to churches were the norm. One overriding memory is of my five – year old self standing at the entrance to our local church, one Sunday morning. The beauty, as I perceived it, rose up as high as I could see. Inside the church amazing colours shone through the stained glass windows and music, that sang to my young soul, infiltrated every stone of that vast building.
I find that during the course of a mad day, grabbing myself a bit of peace in what I like to think of as nature’s house of worship, helps me to ground myself.
Being outside, whether in a woodland, forest, amongst mountains, hills, or roaming fields and beaches feels like a spiritual place to me. It can be likened to entering a house of worship. I’m not going to say church specifically, because we all have our own beliefs.
In my eyes they are all equal: and so are we.
Beneath, is a poem that I wrote on here, some time ago. I say poem. I’m not sure if it does qualify as a poem. I just wrote it as I felt at the time. To my rhythm and with no rhyme. It seemed to work when it was first published and some folk took the time and trouble to stop by and pass comment.
So, as more of my buried posts are brought to the surface, in the great blog clean – up, I unearth this one again. And a version of it appears on My Trending Stories, to which I am presently contributing.
A brief letter to one of your favourite magazines could earn you a pretty good return for about ten to twenty minutes of work.
All publications need feedback on how they’re doing with they’re readers. Whether it’s good or bad…they want and need to know what we think. This makes us – the reader VITAL. So vital in fact that these publications are prepared to pay good money, whether in actual cash, or enticing monetary equivalents.
But, the trick is to not write just any old letter. It does require a bit of thought.
Do some quick research.
No, this doesn’t involve months of scouring the internet, or being cocooned in the corner of a toasty warm library. Although that isn’t a bad idea! Take a look at the style of other reader’s letters.
The subjects they cover ( invariably they relate to the articles published in the magazine).
A rough word count of the letters. They don’t have room for your beautifully penned War and Peace!
The style of the writing.
Do they have a prize on offer that you could use? Ladies, could you really use that fishing rod? Oh – you fish! Cool! Guys, do you want that day at the health spa? The woman in your life will love it though and you – for at least a week afterwards!
Get the thing written.
These days you don’t even have to put pen to paper. Just tap away on your computer, laptop, phone, tablet, or on a quaint typewriter. Does anyone still use typewriters? Let us know.
Email makes life so much easier and cheaper doesn’t it? And there’s the added excitement that you may get an email back.
Do remember to spell and grammar check your work: and of course, write properly like what you does normally!
Editors are not idiots, nor teachers and they aren’t there to correct their readers!
Let’s think positive and assume that your letter is just what your favourite publication needs and it’s going to be published… great! It’s even been awarded the Star Letter accolade.
You’re published! However, sometimes changes will be made to your carefully crafted masterpiece. If this happens, take it in your stride. It really isn’t worth having a screaming hissy fit about it. Just think about the money/ beauty set/ paint/ tool kit, model sports car winging its way to you.
Be warned…letter writing can be addictive.
One you’ve had the thrill of seeing your letter in print and have received a year’s free supply of cough medicine, you will be hooked. You’ll be chomping at the bit to get another five pounds, or something else for free and see your name in lights again! Okay… not quite in lights, but published – just the same.
Over the years I’ve received money, garden centre vouchers, extremely posh notebooks, dog beds and dog sweaters, ( yes, I like wearing dog sweaters!) for a few minutes of writing.
Go on, write your letter and press that SEND button now.
More importantly, once you’ve had a letter published it gives you the confidence to try again, and again. Letters become reviews and then you get really cocky and above yourself and try out a pitch on some poor, unsuspecting editor, for an article idea that you know they will just have to commission!
Sometimes, it actually works!
Just how do you progress from letters to reviews and articles?
I’ll be back to spill the beans on how I found my way into some of the publications I’ve been published in. Hard work, brilliant editors and a lot of luck helped me. I’m by no means a big-time writer and I have loads to learn. Don’t we all?
In the meantime…get writing those letters. And feel free to share your successes with us, either on here, or on My Trending Stories.
As some of you will be aware I’m currently in the process of re-organising my blog. This has been going on for about a month now and I can see it being ongoing for oh… well how long is a piece of string?
Seriously, do I really think that one day my blog will be perfect? Blimey… I hope not. I don’t do perfect – I do ME, which is as far away from perfect as it gets.
In the meantime, I have been invited to contribute to the rather wonderful website My Trending Stories click here to go to this post on there and then will have access to loads of other great articles, videos and just really cool stuff.
My aim is to post two posts a week. God help them. I’d like to post on a Wednesday and Saturday/Sunday. So, here I am posting on Monday. These posts will appear on here as well, with a link to the site – just in case you’re as addicted to reading the other articles as I am.
So, this post has been given an overhaul, a new name and a new leash of life. A few of you read it the first time round and I hope you like the new version. It will also be interesting to see what attention it gets on My Trending Stories. I’m watching it now. A few views, but no comments. I can see folk walking away shaking their heads, with confused faces. It’s good to have folk read it though.
Where would we all be without our mobile phones? Can we even imagine a world without our little slinky, sexy friends? We depend on them for pretty much everything… right?
When we lose them/they die on us/or the dog chews them, it’s the end of the world… yes? And we just need another phone. Like five minutes ago.
It’s time – consuming and frustrating wading through pages and pages of adverts and references on the internet. Why not ring the friendly help/sales line and speak to someone about it?
You dial the number, which has at least ten zeros in it. On your tenth attempt it connects.
A friendly message tells you all about the amazing company and just how they can help you buy your dream mobile phone, improve your appearance and make you a better, more worthwhile person in general.
Just ten minutes later and you are invited to :
Press 1… if you’re a customer of theirs and would like to become a customer of the other company.( What other company?)
Press 2… because, you can’t become a customer of the other company. They’re merging…right?
Press 3… if you know they’re merging.
Press 4… if you’re a not a customer of theirs, but are a customer of one of the other companies.
Press 5… if you actually understand any of this.
Press 6… to talk to a human being
We’re sorry there are no human beings in this new company… choose from these options.
Press 7… to choose your new super phone, deal and tariff.
We’re sorry our system won’t allow you do that… please choose from these other options.
Press 8… if you’d like to be promised a new phone, with the correct SIM card and a next day delivery.
Press 9… if you’d love to wait in all day and have no phone delivered.
Press 10… if you’d like to have to ring us again…on a premium rate number, and be kept hanging on , whilst we prat around, check our system to see if your order has even been processed.
Press 11… if you’d love to be serenaded by songs such as ‘You used to call me on my cell phone.’ ( I kid you not!) whilst you wait for what seems to be an eternity.
Let’s have a listen to ‘You used to call me on my cell phone’ for a while.
Okay, now you’re at screaming point – let’s get on with processing your order. Can you hear me typing away on my computer?
Press 12… if you want to be told that your order doesn’t appear to have been processed.
Press 13… if you would just love to be told that the model of phone that you ordered is now out of stock.
Press 14… if you long to hear that they don’t know when they are due to get some more of these fabulous models in.
Press 15… if you want them to tell you that they expect some more models of this phone in 3 to 5 days.
Press 16… if you really want to be informed that this is the best that their super, rather crappy system will do for you right now.
Press 17… if you want to patiently wait for the 5 days and still receive nothing. Not a thing… not a message… apology… nothing at all!
Press 18… if you would like to have to ring them on their premium, blood and life sucking number… YET AGAIN! To be informed that they still haven’t got any of the damn and blasted phones in.
Press 19… if you really want to be told that… no wait… they do have some models in. But, they are for the new customers. In fact they have 319 of this model in. Would you like one?
Press 20… if you feel like slapping someone in the face with a wet fish
Press 21… if you can’t quite believe what you are hearing. They have stock for new suckers, customers…but for the poor imbeciles that have been gormless enough to sign up with them, they have nothing. NOTHING!
Press 22… to hear that again…
Here at the most AMAZINGmobile phone company that ever existed – on Earth, we pride ourselves on customer satisfaction. Yes,we know that you have not even taken delivery of your life – changing mobile phone yet,( in fact you may never) but hey, what the hell? we’re still going to ask that you give us some feedback. It helps us to provide this kind of service.
Press 23… if you’d like to praise us on our amazing customer service.
Press 24… to threaten to leave us and go with another well-known company… only you won’t be able to take your number with you… why? Because, for reasons known by NO ONE, that number can not be transferred. This new system that has been presumably designed with extra masochism in mind, won’t allow that to happen.
Press 25… if you know you re stuffed… BIG TIME.
Press 26… if you’ve lost the will to live.
Press 27… to be promised yet another phone delivery.
Press 28… to ask how you will return the original, crappy, faulty one.
Press 29 … to explain… for the tenth time that they sent a phone that won’t take a charge.
Press 30… if you’re confused as hell.
Press 31… if you’ve had one phone sent to you, that didn’t work.
Press 32… if you want another one.
Press 33… if you’ve had enough.
Press 34… if you understand any of this at all.
Press 35… if you want a SIM card that works.
Press 36… if you believe in fairies living at the bottom of your garden.
Press 37… to tell us that you’ve actually received a damn phone that b****y well works, but you can’t actually use as a phone, as the SIM card belongs to the other company.
Press 38… if you’d like to wait some more whilst they promise to mail it out the next day… but don’t.
Press 39… if you’d like a phone that actually works.
Press 40… if you’d like to take part in a quick two-hour survey and give us some feedback on our amazing, professional service.
So, there we have it. Nothing to it and you’ll likely get nothing at the end of it.
If you do, it won’t work and you’ll have to drive half a day, to the nearest retail outlet of the most amazing mobile phone company that ever existed, on Earth. The friendly staff there will listen to your story, laugh like hell and give you a new phone that works… just like that.
Oh and yeah, those ten easy steps soon became 40.
If you’ve read to the end of this… well done and thanks. Now go and lie down in a dark room.
Tech Tips for Writers is an occasional post on overcoming Tech Dread. I’ll cover issues that friends, both real-time and virtual, have shared. Feel free to post a comment about a question you have. I’ll cover it in a future Tip.
Q: I push ‘PrintScreen’ (or PrtScn) and nothing happens.
I have to teach this as a full-blown lesson in my classes because it is so counter-intuitive.
When you push PrintScreen, it saves a copy of your screen to the clipboard. Now, you must tell the computer where to put it.
For example, open MS Word and a new document. Paste (using Ctrl+V or right click+paste or the icon on the toolbar–or Edit-paste) and a copy of your screen will appear as a picture.
It can be pasted into docs, emails, cards, wherever you’d like. Just don’t forget to paste it!
Still with me? Thanks for reading and watching. Mind-blowing stuff hey?
Now tell me, would you take the red pill, or the blue pill?
Me? I would take the blue pill. Why would I want to wake up to a terrible nightmare that I had little influence over?
If the world as we know it is all but a dream then I say dream on! It’s a hell of a dream, even with all of the grimy and nasty bits thrown in.
This story could, of course, be very controversial and will no doubt set the theologists and scientists at loggerheads: but then what’s new?
I think that religions and science all provide some of the BIG answers as to why and how we came to be here. But, something has to put that first building block into place and that will be argued…until it’s game over.
Now, courtesy of Auntie Beeb ( British Broadcasting Corporation ) could we all actually be the ultimate gamers?
Step away from that X-box and other gaming consoles and look around you.
At the very least there’s another film script or novel idea in there.
Back in March of 2014, I got a bit tipsy one night and decided to start a blog. In the early hours of a Sunday morning I hit the publish button on my first post. (Click on here if you want to see that first virginal post.) I then went to bed and had nightmares about giant blog babies chasing me and people I knew laughing in my face. ( Hey, that happens a lot anyhow…so no change there.)
In the cold and sober light of the morning I gradually came to terms with my rash actions of the night before. What was done, was done. A bit like Brexit means Brexit! Only no one knows what the hell Brexit means, do they? The UK has done something that has never been done before and we’re flailing around in a sea of treacle. A bit like me and my blog really. (Click on Brexit if you want to be totally confused, depressed, resigned, a bit jittery, uncertain or whatever! ) It looks like London is doing well as a city, regardless of Brexit. Oh good! Those of us in the north of the UK presumably don’t count. It’s grim up here tha knows and that’s ow we love it! But, don’t get me started on that.
I likened the birth of my blog to that of giving birth to a baby. We girlies know all about the joy of that and the boysies know what it’s like to live with the expectant mum and then be presented with a bundle of new love – oozing poo, baby sick and wee. You may even be expected to feed it as well.
Pity my poor hubby as he lived with me, through the gestation period and then he witnessed me give birth to what can sometimes be something of a monster.
We bloggers bring these things alive and then they make their demands upon us. Our blog needs to be fed, nurtured and it wants to go out with its friends. It doesn’t care that we’re tired, have a migraine, ache all over, can’t think straight or need to clean the toilet. It wants our attention…AND NOW!
My blog baby has become a teenager.
It has been known to get stroppy.
It talks immature rubbish.
It has had crushes…usually on folk that wear kilts. ( Jamie in Outlander would not have been at all safe a couple of years ago.) Although that could also be a mid-life crisis? Depressed about thunder – thighs and all that! Kilted men are safe now…the meds are working very well.
It has had bad-tempered rants.
Used bad language.
Has done posts…being embarrassed by them and promptly removed them.
Its bedroom is one hell of a mess. ( You see, there is no need for that sort of language!)
And it stays in bed too long. So what?
In short it needs to get with it.
As some of you will know, I am in the process of getting this blog together. I can’t invite would be editors round to this place at the moment. They’d laugh in my face…again!
There are somewhere in the region of 400-500 posts in the intestines of this blog, on my last reckoning. And I’ve already trashed a lot of them. That’s how messy this teenager has become.
How did that happen? My poor grasshopper brain doesn’t do filing and tidy drawers very well.
Now, you’re probably thinking what kind of house do I live in, if I can’t keep my blog in order? The house is tidy…my drawers are not. I can’t keep a drawer, cupboard, wardrobe tidy to save my life. You would not want to rummage through my drawers…there’s some sort of smutty joke in there and the younger, more unruly version of this blog would have probably carried through on that threat. Not so now…we have matured slightly.
Going back to my somewhat inability to be terribly organised, some folk get high on tidy and organised. I save pins of neat and tidy on Pinterest…and then am unable to make it work. (Click on here to go to my Pinterest pages.)
In short, I am one of life’s muddlers. Not happy and remotely functional unless I have at least five things on the go at once. Somehow, they all get juggled and done. It’s the same with reading…several books at the same time and writing. I think it’s healthy to write different things at once. The same thing would bore me and would probably get abandoned. Leave it for a while and come back to it with fresh eyes and you might just have yourself a kind of decent first draft/chapter/article/ poem etc.
So, I have no one to blame but myself for the fact that I have given birth to a rather unruly and messy blog, which has become a haphazard teenager. Be warned…when the blog reaches its older years it will wear purple!
How about you? What stage is your blog at? Do you understand Brexit, Pinterest, or how damn easy it is to press that publish button, when a bit sloshed? And I don’t even drink very much…can’t. My damn stomach won’t let me. Add that to the thunder thighs!