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Sharing is Caring

I like to share posts from random bloggers. Yes I promote some authors on the side, but I also take the time to browse and find new interests. It is possibly the thing about blogging I enjoy the most. I don’t always “Like” posts I read. I do often share those posts through a reblog.…

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The Death of aopinionatedman.com

This is what happens when you cut the WordPress string and swim on your own. You drop, you rebuild, and you move forward. I miss my old rank though… -OM @smokendust

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How to find out if people are stealing from you

Most people may not have to worry about this, but some of us will find that people will steal anything. I have had my articles and posts lifted from my sites since I began blogging in 2013. It never gets easy to accept and it grates at you as you see your words highlighted on…

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Blogging Past the Doubt

We all experience doubt at some point while blogging. We wonder if what we are writing is good enough, worth reading, or will be read at all. We see all these other bloggers sharing posts and content that we sometimes consider is better than our own. It is at this point that we must make…

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Writing in the Dark

I keep sleep at bay with a weary hand as I use my writing hand for writing. Posting in the dark, wondering if anyone can see my words. I trace my soul upon paper white and breath easier from the release. Release of me, release to be me. I am the writing of the moment.…

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Bloggers are Sleeping Giants

Bloggers are sleeping giants. Why do you shut off your glory and pride from the world? Building walls out of fear of condemnation. Do you not realize you are judged simply for walking from point A to point B? What matters then if you skip in motion and perhaps sing a meaningless song? Foolish is…

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The Pulse of a Blog

My blog pulses and has a heartbeat. I close my eyes and allow the muscles around my soul to throb with it. Sometimes the connection is stronger than others. Like a rainy day, the day is still lived… but perhaps not as clearly as one would have liked. And yet on a sunny day we…