New Peaceful Tagline in place.
WoW it is ugly. I’m allowed to say that right?
The theme said “open and appealing” so I thought I’d go with it. If I have to suffer you have to suffer.
Half done. Has to be done.
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You are so weak. Self control controlling self be gone. Or was it ever? Would you know the staying hand… I think not. It never stays nor does it waiver in the wind. But like a bird in flight my drinking hand flies through the night. And day. I close my eyes for a moment and more than a moment is gone. Sadness realized when I eventually notice my attention’s affection and what it really is. Never a silver key in the sand.
Journal Entry 48
… and I will never change. I see the world through tint. The different colors of my shades present the many facets of my personality. What mood am I in today?
The doorman calls me “Mr. Banks” as I leave the building. He is a Category D and would never make the collection. Still… what would it be like to play along his ribcage with my knife? One can wonder… I roll the idea around my tongue.
I stroll amongst them, a shining example no one notices. But they will notice me one day. All shapes, sizes, ages, nationalities, I see them all and shudder trimmers of desire.
Not just any can make the cut. An audition worthy of Broadway is held each day as I allow my sensations to take over and visualize the moment with each… Not a Category B today, no I will indulge myself and will not settle for second class meat.
The decision has been made and my hands start to sweat with the sheer joy from the anticipation. There is no stopping me from having what I want… what I need. It will be quiet in the night once more… soon once again.
Trickle down, broken crown. Broken hope that was placed so high. How beautifully that hope dies as it is shattered by itself. Raining pieces of harsh reality upon my head. I shower in my failure constantly and gasp for some relief. Leaning upon life’s knife till my back is cut with reason. I would sigh with content from the knowledge of racing blood upon that blade. Blessed relief found, even if understanding is lost.
The only thing I wish people to take away from my blog is an acknowledgement of my presence. I work hard to make my presence felt on my website because I do not view it as simply a webpage. My blog is my bench in cyberspace where I sit and people watch. It is my banner, it is my flag, it is my personality in the wind that I flap freely for the world to see. It tells people something even before they learn a thing about me. It tells everyone that I am here.
While I am not overly a fan of the Japanese people, I will admit I feel sympathy for the Miss Universe from Japan. She is currently being accused of not being “Japanese enough” to represent her country because she is mixed. I am not mixed, but I will never be accepted as fully Korean. It is a struggle those who have never been displaced can never understand.
A person of mixed blood can probably feel like a part of two worlds or apart from two worlds. I know the feeling. While I feel as American as I ever will, still I will always be a second hand citizen here. I will never be a citizen of Korea either and that is where the rub begins and ends. “Not Asian enough,” how many times have we heard that? How about this world. You can take your definition of “Asian” and shove it up your ass.
1. Because you haven’t written anything interesting. You have to catch my eye just like any other reader, any new reader, or even any subscriber you currently have. Don’t blame the readers, look to yourselves bloggers.
2. You don’t post often enough for me to even notice you post at all.
3. I left a comment on your blog and you never responded. If I miss a comment on my blog, which does happen sometimes unintentionally, then I don’t expect those people to return either.
4. You keep changing your gravatar and I don’t recognize you anymore. Believe it or not people the gravatar image is almost as recognizable as your blog address. Don’t change it unless you have to and if you must change it do it once. Not fifty million times.
5. You said you hate my blog and I got my feelings hurt and cried a little bit.
6. You post photos of rabbits, squirrels, clowns, spiders, or anyone from the Patriots.
7. You didn’t link your blog to your username OR I get a 404 error. Getting 404 errors is about as annoying as getting kicked in the nuts. I won’t try twice normally.
8. You post on one topic and I find it boring. Now if you were to start talking about Peyton Manning or Starcraft you might just win a fan.
9. Every post you write is about your book. Every post. Every single post. All the posts on your blog… There are ways to promote without being annoying or killing your blog.
10. This last one is a little more serious. I absolutely hate when a writer assumes that their reader has read every post on their blog. Assume we are new to your website and please walk us through your thoughts. If the post reads like hanging cliff after hanging cliff, with presented link as historical reference, I won’t follow or keep reading. It is just annoying as hell.
Someone asked me why I help bloggers so much and why I share my methods of blogging. I do it because it is amusing to me. I did not say I get “satisfaction from it” or that “it makes me feel good.” It actually is a lot of needless work. What I do “feel good from” is feeding off the excitement of other bloggers, new bloggers. It stimulates me and motivates me to remember when I first started oh so long ago (21 months ago actually). I share my knowledge freely because I know that the lack of information or clarity of direction is not what will make or break a blogger. It is their personal drive that will normally flare out and stop the process.
It will come in the form of excuses and noise in the wind. “Well I blog about things no one likes, my blog is just for me, or I am a writer, not a marketer!” These are all common moans that I read time and time again by authors and aspiring authors seeking to publish and sell their work. Even when I take the time to explain my process and show them the way to get more views and eyes on their projects, still they quibble and make excuses that “my techniques” are not for them. They write “for purity” and for the process. Ok.
Fair enough. But ten years down the road when you are still writing eBooks and realizing few sales don’t rant at WordPress or to God about your failure. The only thing stopping you is you.
I am going to take some time away to work on some things. There are some papers gathering dust that should be sewed together. Or maybe I’ll spend my time watching stars chase each other. I won’t be here. I can be reached by email at email@example.com if it is life threatening, but I won’t respond much unless it is urgent. I feel a wind from the East and it is different from the West.
I want to leave you all with some blogs I have enjoyed browsing regularly and people I enjoy talking to (there are far more people than I can include on this post sorry). I don’t visit people’s blogs as much as I like, but I have tried to spread my attention as best as one man can. I hope you enjoy these links and I wish you all the best in whatever you strive to accomplish. Remember there will always be people that tell you “it can’t be done.” It takes a strong person to believe in themselves when they never hear once “it can be done.” Take it from me people… It Can Be Done. Take care WP. -OM
Don’t feel bad if people don’t understand your blog. After two years on WordPress most people still don’t “get” me or my writing. I am ok with that. Are you?
I have to remind myself sometimes that I can’t help them all. I don’t see myself as some Joel Osteen and I never want to be. I see people struggling though, trying to figure it all out… and it sticks with me. I may not react that day, but sometimes weeks later I’ll revisit their blog and share one of their posts. No I am not the Korean Santa Claus, I just think it takes such little effort sometimes to help people and why not do it? Why not? Everyone is so focused on their dreams and goals and I am no exception to that. That is why I browse a lot of new blogs every week, to inspire myself and remind me why I love to blog. I am reminded every time I see a new blogger happy with their first post, their first follow, or their first view.
“You can’t help them all.” I can’t help them all; I just don’t have the time or energy. And so I help when and where I can because I remember when I first started last year and the large bloggers wouldn’t give me the time of day. They wouldn’t answer questions or emails and treated me like another peon. No one wants to feel that way, myself included. I treat other bloggers as equals because that is what we are. We are all here pouring our hearts out through our medians and that is blogging. That is why we do it.
Motivation and inspiration are so easy to give. It can come in the form of a random comment or visit to a person’s blog, a kind word of encouragement to someone that is struggling, or just simply recognizing the existence of a person. As much as I network and push my blog, I recognize that the people I push it to ARE real people. That is a difference in outlook by choice and why I don’t refer to those that visit my website as “fans.” You never know who you might be helping even when you don’t actively try. You can’t help them all, but you can easily help someone.
Who will you help today?
1. You yell out a complaint about being short at 5’10” and then turn around and run into a midget convention. They are not happy.
2. Instead of your caramel macchiato you get served a mocha nasty latte. That is always a sign of a bad day.
3. You hit every red light on the way to work. Apparently god hates you.
4. You walk out the door to work and run over a Jehovah ’s Witness.
5. Your Ex from five years ago calls you and immediately says “we need to talk.”
6. You read a post about “10 signs of a bad day” and you recognize a few of the signs from your own day!
7. You open it and there is nothing there.
8. You order a camel and it has no humps.
9. A polar bear calls you and informs you that someone has peed on your igloo and there is now a new door. This only happens in Canada.
10. You show up for a blind date and “Cindy” has an Adam’s apple.
As I hang up the hat of a powerblogger I find pleasure in taking on the role of a personal blogger. I now consider myself one of them and I am proud to join your ranks! Wait… why is everyone scooting over??? Come back!!!
I am what I post. I had a commenter once say that “they could no longer read my blog anymore because it felt like being physically slapped by the anger of my words.” I take great pleasure in that compliment actually, it means I wrote expressively enough that you felt my emotion. The goal of any real writer. I do not take that as an insult and find it amusing that any writer would. My post is my moment and my moment is my current state of expression. I am the emotion that I currently live in and that is what personal blogging is. An open journal for the world to read.
I am thrilled that people have found pleasure in reading my blog for the past two years. It means a lot to hear that my words and blogging methods motivate others to push themselves to be better at what they already obviously love to do. As I have always said, we are not in competition here. We need not be competitors even though we are in the same footrace. We can push and motivate each other, all the while sharing our thoughts and feelings each day. That is what blogging is and if nothing else, I am a blogger. I love to blog, to share, and to write. I still consider those all separate attributes of social media though and even though I will not be a powerblogger anymore I appreciate the dedication that path takes. But for now I will accept the role of the personal blogger and I will post what I currently feel. Whether long drawn out post or short blog fart, it will be a reflection of me. I am what I post.
Jason C. Cushman
I do not fear negative opinion of me. I do not fear negative reactions towards what I write. Much of that has to do with a life where I did care, until one day I said “fuck all of you.” I am sure there were rainbows, possibly a unicorn or two, and tears of some minor god involved while this great epiphany hit me. From that day forward, after being bathed in divinity, I came to realize we all have a right to our opinions. We all have the right to say and write those opinions. As long as we can deal with the consequences of our actions, we can act away. And so I act by writing without fear and showing the world my ass. Because it amuses the shit out of me.
Do not allow the world to tell you how you should act. Instead tell the world what you think of their opinion and where they can shove it.