My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
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. I see it as a small gesture of kindness that shows the writer I read their work and I appreciated it. At least that is how I view it.
I close all comments on reblogs and I probably annoy my readers when I over share. Tough. Anyone that is upset over the amount of email from my WordPress site at this point really needs to buy a vowel and gain a clue. I post a ton and I won’t change or stop. It is how I blog.
Sharing is caring and people love to be shared. In a world of easily clicked buttons via Facebook and other platforms, the “reblog” has lost much of its glamour. It has lost a ton of value which I think is a sad thing because a “reblog” is very valuable. Any extra push of your post down the stream of posts that is WordPress IS an act of kindness. Just ask the bloggers that grind it out each day with no comments and zero interaction. And yet they still return to share their hearts.
Letting people know that you saw their words is a great thing. It is a powerful thing. We all get busy and we often don’t have time to comment. Just know that if you do take that time it is never wasted. Your ability to alter someone’s current state is no trivial thing. It is the power of social media.
I haven’t written many blogging tips lately. Most of what I know has been written and recorded in my archives HERE. I think the number one question bloggers need to ask themselves is “why are you here?” When people ask me for advice on social media I immediately ask that question followed by “what is your goal?” The reason is obvious. We aren’t all here to do the same thing.
I love blogs because of the diversity found here. People sharing, caring, not caring, and sometimes caring too much. It is raw and it is real, or at least it is supposed to be. It is a world within and at the same time outside of our waking world. That is why so many of us love it. That is why so many of us return.
Many bloggers have written to me lately asking about owning a personal domain and moving off WordPress. I encourage them to reflect on their goals and why they want to do this. The connections to other bloggers are easily found on established platforms. It is only once you have established a network that you can then try to transplant that network somewhere else. It is a continuous battle, an endless war, and it takes a ton of work. The hardest thing to get anyone to do online is to click a link. A reblog link, a shared link or even YOUR NEW LINK. No one wants to do it because no one wants to be sold on the idea that they give into suggestive reasoning. That is all links are really, a suggested read.
As I promote my new website at https://aopinionatedman.com/ it is amusing because it isn’t a new website at all. I’ve owned this domain for three years, grew and nurtured it on WordPress for most of that time. It was only when I got tired of the restrictions and the red tape that I moved. I now stand firmly with one foot on my side and the other still in WordPress because I enjoy the connections here. You also have to remind people you still live.
“Are you looking to promote, sell, or brand yourself in the future?” That is my staple response to the question “should I own my domain?” It was never my dream to always write for free. I am reminded of this each time I go to my day job. It might be my dream to write a book someday. For now I am content to simply brand myself as a potential writer. To let people see my random thoughts, my musings, my dabbles at writing and poetry. As long as my fingers are moving I am still breathing. I am still writing.
Blogging is whatever you make of it. Create your goals or don’t create goals and roam freely. Meet people or hide online, those are the choices we all share and have to make. Why are you here? There are no answers without your answers first.
Can I write everything until there is nothing left to say? Revealing even the pieces of me I have forgotten, I dip my quill into my soul. What would you give for the perfect sentence? I die a little with each letter of each word. Giving until there is nothing left to give. That is writing to me.
They say to bind your promises in gold. But we couldn’t afford gold, or even silver at that. So I wrapped my words around my finger with steel so you would know my promise would last through time. Giving you my everything as you gave me yours while stepping step for step with me, even through steps I stumbled. We do not need pretty stones since we have the stepping stones of life. They adorn our minds instead of our fingers, they crown our marriage each day. Reminding us with each touching hand that we are still touching, and we will touch in the future as well.
I sit beside myself and laugh. All of my selves as we consider what we have done. We argue about what happened and who did what and where. I roll my eyes and wonder why I am even here. They rant, they rave, they are all the same. Am I really sane? I gulp, and tip this glass of mine. And sit in the falling rain.