Guest Post – How To Blog..

Pour yourself a glass of wine.

Kick the crap under the sofa so you have somewhere to sit.

Spend ten minutes trying to remember where you put the wine you just poured.

Realize it is Johnny Depp’s birthday and he is one fine looking 52. Send him an email. Spend 20 minutes pouring over pirate pictures.

Yell at the cat who won’t stop walking across your keyboard.

Stop trying to remember where you left your first glass of wine and just pour yourself another. Leave it sitting on the counter.

Get into an argument with some lunkhead on facebook who couldn’t find a brain cell with two hands and flashlight.

Read your favorite blogs and say nice things to people. Find a troll and stalk him across the internet for while, mocking him relentlessly.

Decide you’d really like a glass of wine, so go pour yourself one.

Open a blog post and stare at the page until you break out in a cold sweat. Write something, anything, keeping in mind that somebody’s probably going to hate it. This is okay, just remember hatred is the flip side of love.

It’s people’s indifference that we writers really fear.

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The Tone of my Fingers

What is the tone of your writing? Do you feel it in your fingers? Sometimes I feel like my ten digits write the sound of my heart. I allow them free reign upon the playing field of my keyboard. The taps of the keys lessen the stress I feel in my shoulders. My body looks to my fingers for guidance, truer expression of emotion cannot be found.

I wonder if my right hand is angrier than my left. They compete for the middle of the keyboard and joust over space. I feel like putting one in time-out sometimes, but what would I be with only one hand? Would it hinder the sharing of my passion, of my true thoughts? I contemplate this as I feel the need to work my extensions to death. My joints creak with the effort, the effort is worth it though.

The tone of my fingers is the tone of me. I have to believe that as I drive them for more. Always more, my nails reflect the determination of my eyes. And so I continue to write, to share, and to possibly care. It is all my fingers know.

-Opinionated Man

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White feathers

A single black feather floats in a sea of white. An overwhelming white that attempts to suffocate the unique. It becomes a fleck that steals an ounce of beauty from the whole. We hate it for the freedom that it represents. There can be no imperfection here. No difference among the different.



WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome

Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network. This post now has over 2,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network.

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Writing 101 Day#16 – Mine your own Material – why I choose to pawn my jewelry

Opinionated Man:

Reading some blogs today and also coming across some great parents with the “right” mindset. This was also a great post on necessary sacrifice and giving up unnecessary things for those we love. -OM
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Originally posted on That Mom-Wife Life:

When I was moving to Florida it was a quick decision no looking back kinda thing. I did it for many reasons and didn’t hesitate to leave a lot of things for it. Why? I didn’t want I love a lifestyle where I didn’t feel wanted or loved or just struggling all the time. Now don’t get me wrong everyone struggles and it doesn’t matter where it’s at cause I still struggle down here but it’s a different feeling. When I had my daughter I stopped caring about expensive things like makeup,Jewelry and bags. I loved all those things before her. But now she is my focus and anything she needs I’d be willing to sell anything I have for her. Before I moved down here I had 2 gold rings with colored stone and 3 necklaces which I all sold and pawned for my daughters necessities. Call me crazy…

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