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Have a good weekend WP.
I like the title Opinionated Izzy! I’d run with it! -OM
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Originally posted on Anything you like:
The Daily Post’s writing prompt today is: Write a post about anything you’d like — in the style of your favorite blogger. (Be sure to link to them!) You can find it here: “Imitation/Flattery.”
I can think of no one I’d rather imitate than Opinionated Man at HarsH ReaLiTy. Here’s his latest post (at the point of this writing – but not likely by the time you read this) http://aopinionatedman.com/2015/03/05/10-things-i-hate-to-hear
10 THINGS I HATE IN GENERAL
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Very kind mention! Bloggers inspire one another. :) -OM
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Originally posted on The Teen Daydreamer:
Dear Awesome Reader,
What inspires you to write? A picture/photograph, somewhere you’ve been, a person, a quote?
Feel free to share a link to a post that you think may inspire others!
(Yes, that is my own picture!)
Everyone has differing goals when it comes to blogging. My goal is to create a website that never sleeps because I don’t sleep and I grow bored easily. My goal is also to make a blog that has a presence that can be felt at all times. Do visitors feel as if you are personally there on your website? It is a hard atmosphere to create and one I have put a lot of time into making.
We do things in certain ways because we want certain results. My focus has always been to respond quickly and efficiently to those that decide to connect with me here. In doing so I have built both name awareness and also a presence for myself on this platform. That presence is felt because I put in the time and effort to gain that persona on WordPress. I love it or I wouldn’t do it.
I have been asked several times about “prime posting times” and what those are. Every blogger has a prime time to post and WP analytics actually helps provide that time frame for you. I use that high traffic time as well, but I also make every other hour count because I don’t focus on just America. Almost half my views come from Australia and England so my “prime time” is “every time.” That is why I post so frequently and why I work hard at providing a never-ending feed of material to my readers.
Blogging 24-7 is not easy, but with focus and dedication you can use the right blogging plan to create a website that never sleeps. It all depends on what your goals are and what you hope to accomplish.
I’ve shown pictures of my room before to those I trust. I’m not one for home decor, and only recently have I gotten around to splashing my walls with color. My friends often laugh and ask, “Do you live in prison?”
Not quite. But from what our house managers say, how they live, and the daily routine of where I sleep, I’ll concede and say that yes, my living arrangements come with some constriction.
I live in a convent. While there’s a street with the same name just a few blocks around the corner, I mean this quite literally. Nuns, prayer rooms, a chapel, and a library graced with each and every book you’ve somehow encountered before in a theology professor’s office. If you’ve had the opportunity. I do most of my writing in the library.
“Where did you find this place?” Another frequent question. At the outset, it looks like a rundown hotel. But sometimes, the library’s window provides quite a refreshing view. Here, we see a solitude quite rare on a typical New Year’s eve:
Walk a bit further to the other end, and you’ve got a decent library. Sadly, there were so many things so close to me that I never took the time to notice. In college, I was pretty contained. My dorm was all I knew. But I’ve always been charmed by the library, in its geometric loudness and opportunities for deep study. Granted, there are characters, and the bus stop in front brims with stories and even the occasional creep-out. Regardless, I doubt there’s a place in the world where everyone live safely:
Now I’ll revert to hidden gems. I’ve never ridden Greyhound, but five minutes away, there’s the stop for the Mega Bus. Sometimes, I’ll hop on board at 4:30, arrive in Austin before 8a.m., enjoy my day, and catch the bus again by sunset. I’ve always managed to return by curfew.
Yes, I’m twenty-four years old, but regardless of legal adulthood, we agree to a curfew. Here, we have community. Every month we host a party, and while we don’t get sloshed on Bacardi, posole, aguas frescas, and chicken tamales make for a good time. We’re allowed to (partner) dance, provided we’re decent (no twerking in the banquet hall), but I always sit to the side and watch. On New Year’s Eve, we had champagne, though nothing outrageous happened. I did see one of the sisters take a selfie with one of my neighbors’ iPhones. I’d call that extraordinary.
I walk all over nowadays, relying less on the bus. Sometimes, a friend will join me, though I wonder if our escapades leave her more pissy than honestly exhausted. Again, I’ve discovered a hidden gem:
Across from Aliens is a nostalgia shop, packed with Nintendo and crates upon crates of vinyl. The owner welcomes local art. I think that’s pretty cool. As of late, ventures like Propaganda Palace are something I haven’t seen so much in this ever growing town. For now, it’s my slice of Austin cream pie.
As for aesthetics, the little quirks we find from house to house, and neighborhood to neighborhood, continue to intrigue. Here, we have a home five minutes from the convent:
Walk a few miles further, and behold, a beautiful historic district that actually has its own Wikipedia entry. Actually, many of the enclaves here are featured on Wikipedia, though I enjoyed reading about this one in particular:
I think, if I had chosen to move into the complex I originally toured, I would have remained confined. Ignorant of all these many little things worthy of a smile, uninspired and bitter. The local taco shop and a Starbucks with a clientele that reminds me too much of Cheer’s. These are a few of many things I can’t say I regret.
The convent was never a prison. And apparently, they do allow boyfriends, as long as they wait in the lobby while your name is called by intercom.
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