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Good Blogs Require No Hard Work
I have been studying "How To Blog" articles and, let me tell you that, there are many articles out there about starting a blog. Follow their step by step process, and, at least from the titles, one might think that just by reading them, they will write themselves, post themselves and make you rich.
I know, I know. That's what a good title is supposed to do - get your attention, so the content can hook you. Unfortunately, the content of the articles and blogs all seem to be regurgitated from other blogs and articles. What you don't learn from the titles is that, no matter how effective they are, blogging is a process.
I, personally, started learning about blogs while I was stuck in the middle of writing my first novel. I was feeling lost after writing 170 pages of the book. I started googling ways to get beyond my self doubts about writing. I was looking for direction to get me back on track. After months of researching, I realized that I was looking for something that I would not find - until I figured it out for myself, at which time I would share my lesson with other writers and wannabe writers.
What I did find is that each time I did a search, I would find a million articles about blogging, Blog to Book, etc. I was sidetracked into thinking that I should start my own blog. I spent most of my time seeking and finding more blogs than one could ever imagine all about writing. Don't get me wrong. I did come across a lot of good information. Unfortunately, spending hours searching online, I woke up one day and realized I hadn't written a word. All I had been doing was pinning, reading, saving and following link after link after link.
I became quite a hit on Pinterest. I have boards for writing, blogging, etc., with so many pins about the subject at hand, that I have gained a pretty good following. Of course, that was not my plan, but then again, my plan was to write and I hadn't written one blog or chapter or word in months.
You are probably wondering which way I will go next. Will I write, or will I pin for the rest of my life.
I will write. Starting now.
I know, I know. That's what a good title is supposed to do - get your attention, so the content can hook you. Unfortunately, the content of the articles and blogs all seem to be regurgitated from other blogs and articles. What you don't learn from the titles is that, no matter how effective they are, blogging is a process.
I, personally, started learning about blogs while I was stuck in the middle of writing my first novel. I was feeling lost after writing 170 pages of the book. I started googling ways to get beyond my self doubts about writing. I was looking for direction to get me back on track. After months of researching, I realized that I was looking for something that I would not find - until I figured it out for myself, at which time I would share my lesson with other writers and wannabe writers.
What I did find is that each time I did a search, I would find a million articles about blogging, Blog to Book, etc. I was sidetracked into thinking that I should start my own blog. I spent most of my time seeking and finding more blogs than one could ever imagine all about writing. Don't get me wrong. I did come across a lot of good information. Unfortunately, spending hours searching online, I woke up one day and realized I hadn't written a word. All I had been doing was pinning, reading, saving and following link after link after link.
I became quite a hit on Pinterest. I have boards for writing, blogging, etc., with so many pins about the subject at hand, that I have gained a pretty good following. Of course, that was not my plan, but then again, my plan was to write and I hadn't written one blog or chapter or word in months.
You are probably wondering which way I will go next. Will I write, or will I pin for the rest of my life.
I will write. Starting now.
Monday, December 2, 2013
New Light by Janet Elliott Brown
I am changed, just a little bit, each time I come across a thought or quote that sheds a new light on an old place in my mind. A place that I have visited more times than I can count, yet I wasn't able to see what I see so clearly now. The words can be simple and few, deeply dramatic or seemingly silly in their insights. There is no obvious reason that I receive a different message though each has been said in many different ways by many different people.
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. — Ernest Hemingway
Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go. ― Oscar Wilde
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. — Ernest Hemingway
Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go. ― Oscar Wilde
Words by Janet Elliott Brown
Words are a dangerous thing. One never knows what they will bring.
Words once filled with so much light can then turn dark and cold as night.
Words that were spoken, better left unsaid. The truth tied up in feelings of dread.
When words cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truth is torn apart, broken and ragged.
Lips once red spoke words so sweet, lies now lay in puddles at the feet.
Words as weapons used to confuse, twisting truth just to be obtuse.
Anger is born as a last defense. by words unfair and purposely dense.
Harsh words wound when spoken, soon enough the spirit is broken.
Twisted; and turned inside out turn to despair, disappointment and doubt.
Words escape at the wrong time, later replaying over and over in the mind
Words to convince that the truth isn't real. Words to change the way that we feel.
Words break hearts, words close minds, and words untrue are works unkind.
Echoing still, words replay on their own, lingering whispers do cut to the bone.
Razor sharp words, swift stab to the soul. Knife cuts deep, halving the whole.
So deep the words the wounds so deep, causing the heart forever to weep
Words break hearts, harsh and cruel, who believes the words is a sad fool.
Why then pretend to believe the lies when words untrue are just weak alibis.
Pride is born to a liar believed, until the truth uncovers the truth deceived.
Words have been spoken, better left unsaid. The truth tied up in feelings of dread.
Wounds cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truths torn apart, left broken and ragged.
Words once filled with so much light can then turn dark and cold as night.
Words that were spoken, better left unsaid. The truth tied up in feelings of dread.
When words cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truth is torn apart, broken and ragged.
Words as weapons used to confuse, twisting truth just to be obtuse.
Anger is born as a last defense. by words unfair and purposely dense.
Harsh words wound when spoken, soon enough the spirit is broken.
Twisted; and turned inside out turn to despair, disappointment and doubt.
Words escape at the wrong time, later replaying over and over in the mind
Words to convince that the truth isn't real. Words to change the way that we feel.
Words break hearts, words close minds, and words untrue are works unkind.
Echoing still, words replay on their own, lingering whispers do cut to the bone.
Razor sharp words, swift stab to the soul. Knife cuts deep, halving the whole.
So deep the words the wounds so deep, causing the heart forever to weep
Words break hearts, harsh and cruel, who believes the words is a sad fool.
Why then pretend to believe the lies when words untrue are just weak alibis.
Pride is born to a liar believed, until the truth uncovers the truth deceived.
Words have been spoken, better left unsaid. The truth tied up in feelings of dread.
Wounds cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truths torn apart, left broken and ragged.
Words by Janet Elliott Brown
I woke up at 9 today. I thought about what was said.
I am not pretending a thing. I don't know what possibilities this day will bring. It could be filled with things light and fun but turn dark and cold without the sun.
Words have been spoken, some were better unsaid. The truth now wrapped in feelings of dread. Wounds cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truths torn apart, left broken and ragged.
Lips once red spoke words so sweet, lies lay in puddles at my feet. Words as weapons meant to cause confusion, twist the truth; tossing words like old refuse.
Anger is born as a last defense. Unjust, unfair, and purposely dense. Stealing faith, no one to trust. Words untrue, are also words unjust.
Twisted; and turned inside out. No end to despair, disappointment and doubt. Words escape me at this time so there's no reason, only this rhyme.
Words to convince that the truth isn't real. Words used to change the way that we feel. Words break hearts, words close minds, words untrue leave heartache behind.
Echoing still, words run on their own, lingering whispers they cut to the bone. Razor sharp words, swift stab to the soul. Knife cuts deep, halving the whole.
Deep, so deep, cuts leave scars ever more. Words ravage the mind, but don't even the score. Words break hearts, harsh and cruel, who speaks the words is ever the fool.
Who are the ones that believe their lies? Words untrue are but cheap alibis. Pride is born to a liar believed, yet the truth lives on and is never deceived.
I am not pretending a thing. I don't know what possibilities this day will bring. It could be filled with things light and fun but turn dark and cold without the sun.
Words have been spoken, some were better unsaid. The truth now wrapped in feelings of dread. Wounds cut deep, bloody and jagged. Truths torn apart, left broken and ragged.
Lips once red spoke words so sweet, lies lay in puddles at my feet. Words as weapons meant to cause confusion, twist the truth; tossing words like old refuse.
Anger is born as a last defense. Unjust, unfair, and purposely dense. Stealing faith, no one to trust. Words untrue, are also words unjust.
Twisted; and turned inside out. No end to despair, disappointment and doubt. Words escape me at this time so there's no reason, only this rhyme.
Words to convince that the truth isn't real. Words used to change the way that we feel. Words break hearts, words close minds, words untrue leave heartache behind.
Echoing still, words run on their own, lingering whispers they cut to the bone. Razor sharp words, swift stab to the soul. Knife cuts deep, halving the whole.
Deep, so deep, cuts leave scars ever more. Words ravage the mind, but don't even the score. Words break hearts, harsh and cruel, who speaks the words is ever the fool.
Who are the ones that believe their lies? Words untrue are but cheap alibis. Pride is born to a liar believed, yet the truth lives on and is never deceived.
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