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My Blog - End of Year Two

To celebrate I chose ten of my favorite lines from the fifty-plus blogs I posted this past year. I use them to share some of what I have learned about blogging.
1.   What do you have to say that isn’t already being said by the other 200 million bloggers?
I am an ordinary woman who sees life in a different way.
2.  It was the best piece of advice I ever got.
Consistency. I post at 6 am every Monday morning. Once a reader stumbles onto my blog, I want them to know when and where they can find me. I am honored by those who read my weekly ramblings. I truly believe that this consistency (and respect for their time) has been integral to my growing stats.
3.  If necessity is the mother of invention, desperation is its grandmother.
It is not always easy to come up with blog postings, so I read books, magazines, and newspapers with a pad and pen in hand. I look for stories or ideas everywhere – people, events, opinions. Sometimes I have to resort to TV listings, the Internet, and the innocent. I am constantly on the alert for ideas.
4.  Sadness and fear chased me in my dreams.
I am not afraid to voice the emotions we all share – grief, fear, loneliness, embarrassment. The blog is semi-biographical, but my works in progress are fiction. Because the blog is so personal, the protagonist is me. 
5.  I call it character study; my husband says it is stalking and it is illegal.
People fascinate me, always have.  I am part Freud and Dr. Frankenstein; I piece my fictional characters from "corpses" I find interesting,  three-dimensional paper dolls.
6.  You have been warned.
I like pushing boundaries, being bold, dancing outrageously on paper, but I never do it at the cost of anyone but myself (or a fictional character). My family and friends are safe.
7.  There is a big difference between writing and crafting a story.
I will not rush something to get it published.  I want to write a well-crafted story, so I will wait until I am pleased with my work before I pitch it to an editor. In the meantime, my playground is the blog. 
8.  I took snippets of gossip and scandalous rumors I’d heard over the years.
Working with mostly women all my life, I have witnessed a lot of drama (and exposition).  It will eventually make its way into story.  Writing is to my existence as flannel jammies and cream puffs are to my soul.
9.  I may never again use an extended metaphor.
When Markus Zusak revised The Book Thief, he made sure to include one visually appealing device on each page of his manuscript.  I love that idea and want to emulate it. 
10.             I walked away and refused to look back.
Why do I blog?  I am a writer and this is my new career. While I learn how to author a novel, I author this blog.    


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