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The first of (hopefully) many milestones.

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When I started this blog, I really had no idea where my voice would take me, if anywhere.  I had no idea that I would connect with people on a level far deeper than sharing a passion for writing.  I have met some extremely funny and wickedly intelligent people who I feel a greater bond with, far beyond that of just fellow writers.

My blog has taken a shape that reflects a lot of who I am.  It is generally written the way I see things – through images, metaphors and feelings. Since August of last year, I have been pretty diligent about posting every day and I am amazed that the ideas for posts keep seeping into my brain.  The ideas may take the form of stories, poetry or photographs, but that is the joy in blogging about profundities ~ every forum can portray something interesting to someone.

Today I am proud to say I’ve reached the 10,000 hit mark.  A big thank you to all of you who stop by on a regular or even an infrequent basis.  I’m glad the things I have to say and the way I say them are engaging enough to make you keep popping in for a visit.  Call ahead next time and I’ll be sure to have the Hazelnut Vanilla coffee freshly brewed in anticipation of your arrival.

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WOO HOO!!

Here’s hoping that inspiration, imagination and humor keep meeting for coffee on a regular basis in the Starbuck’s in my brain……and here’s hoping for another 10,000 hits!!

Twas the night before Christmas – the blog edition

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blogs
Edward Hotspur had his bacon, Angie’s Grapevine had her dogs.
The synonyms were used by Honie Briggs with care,
And Homesick and Heartstruck, her feelings she would share.

The Jiggly Bits was nestled all snug amongst her words,
While Sethsnap had artistic visions and took pictures of the birds.
Kevin’s Blog was editing, following the writing tips,
While 40 is the new 13 was creating, snacking on her chips.

Le Clown’s newest blog had created such a clatter,
And 25toFly’s  comments only added to the chatter.
Away to the keyboard The Daily Post flew on its quest,
Tore open the gates of creativity and posted its newest contest.

The reviews from Rick Mallery let us all know,
About the masterful words of Dianne Gray, written from below. (well, Down Under, but it didn’t rhyme)
When, what to Fear No Weebles eyes should appear,
Ned’s Blog, in all its glory, showing no WordPress fear.

With a well-versed writer, so lively and torn,
I knew in a moment it must be Girl of The Corn.
More majestic than eagles the stanzas were put,
And I knew in a heartbeat, Ad-libb3d was afoot.

“Now Prego! now Gibberish! now Notebook and Leash!
On, Toolbox! On, Campari and Sofa! on, Cliche! (not pronounced properly, but go with it)
To the top of the Fresh Press! to the top of the wall!
Now write away! Write away! Write away all!”

As Rarasaur roars before the wild hurricanes fly,
When they meet with a Creative Liar, and mount to the sky.
So up to the Matticus Kingdom they flew,
With Lindau’s Wild Ride and a Writer Fellow too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my Realm,
The Ambling and Rambling of conTIMplating at the helm.
As I closed my keyboard, and was winding it down,
The Byronic Man was making a sound.

Portrait of Addiction spoke with such fervor,
And words were carefully crafted by bottledworder.
A bundle of phrases Pretty Feet took from her stack,
And Pretty Little Dreamer, the words she attacked.

With their keyboards they created with zest and with zeal,
They wrote just as passionately as brunch for every meal!
It was thursdayagain, the words he did reap,
And in between writing they read shrinksarentcheap.

They wrote from their hearts, like it was their favorite job,
And inside of them all lurked a Geeky Book Snob.
Polysyllabic Profundities wrote to make you think,
Afraid to close her eyes because I miss you when I blink.

On The Homefront took a few precious moments to reflect,
While somewhere in Lost Angeles, his writing he did perfect!
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
Blending a symphony of phrases, responsibilities they would shirk.

The Writer I could be pounded endlessly on the keys,
While The Life and Times of Nathan Badley kept up the pace with ease.
There were 5 things to do today, Impressions of a Princess surely did see,
And we all lost our Large Self to the feeling of writer’s glee.

Inspiration sprang to its feet, to its words gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a high powered missile.
But I heard it exclaim, as our brains turned to fog,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good blog!”

 

Every writer has their own voice

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Entering into the blogging community, I knew there would be a myriad of voices – voices that expounded opinions from many points of the spectrum of language, voices that wanted to speak and voices that yearned to be heard.

Each post that is put into the blogosphere has the ability to change the conversation and each writer’s voice is unique.  The joy of reading these blogs is that it opens the mind to different possibilities.  No one voice is the same, yet every string of words that is written has the ability to deeply influence its reader and affect their perception of those words.

Conformity in the writing world is blasphemy – challenging the parameters is a requirement.  If your writing sets you apart from others, whether it be your content or your writing style, your words are exclusive.  Many writers may tackle the same subject, but each mind gives an unparalleled view and invites the reader into their perception of reality.

The writing Gods, or demons (depending on the hour of day that you are incessantly tapping at your keyboard), are relentless.  They wake you from unadulterated slumber, they seep into your dreams and they shadow you during your waking hours.  They infiltrate your thoughts and transport you into a world of possibility.  No two writers will ever have the same journey.

Telling a writer to change their style of writing is like telling a leopard to change its spots.  Those spots define that creature, and so the words on the page mark the individuality of the writer.  Speak up, writers.  Speak up and let your voice be heard.  Be your own voice and not an echo.   An echo is only an imitation, and if you have things to say, say it your way.

(The Echo Amphitheatre in New Mexico- photo credit ~ Google)