Blogging 104 – Following bloggers

No.

Not actually “following” their blog.

Literally following the virtual trail they’ve left… then sliding around them as you slip into their domain.

I do it all the time. It’s the easiest way to find new blogs, but it takes a certain type of blogger to make these types of connections.

You see most bloggers examine everything too closely.

“Well why did that person like my post?”

“Well why did they like only one…”

“Is it even a real person?”

“What real person calls themselves Fuckadoodle?”

“Can’t be a real blogger… must be a bot.”

Instead of going to “meet and greet” they are examining why the world turns as the world turns around them.

Me on the other hand, I take connection opportunities for what they are worth. A random blogger drops a like, even just one, and I’m hovering my app… I’ll sneak over. I’ll go through their door since it’s open… they left it open when they visited my website.

And I’ll see that it is indeed a real person, often a new blogger. I’ll normally tap on their shoulder in some way and I’ll say “hey, I saw you pass by and wanted to return the favor.” Another connection is made and that’s how you get to 100,000 subscribers if that’s really your goal. That’s how you build whatever it is you want to build.

It’s that simple and it doesn’t matter the size of your media reach. If you aren’t going to grind it out, you won’t ever sustain growth in this game.

-Opinionated Man

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Reading You, Writing You

Now that is how you share a blog post! Thanks for including mine in the mix! -OM
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An Upturned Soul

Why do you read? Why do you write? What inspires you to to read? What motivates you to write? Do you lose yourself or find yourself in words?

What are you looking for when you read or write?

Once again I’m going to share some posts which sparked a glow within when I read them this week, and the thoughts they inspired in me.

First up is:

Cage Dunn: And What Then?

I don’t know whether this has to do with my having dyslexia, or whether it has to do with how I learned to read, or something else, but my mind likes to play with words, including names.

When I see the name “Cage Dunn”, I see “Caged One” instead. And while reading his post wherein he answers questions from a friend about why he writes, the thought which sprung to mind was – he writes to release his…

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Midnight

I crept up upon a whisper. And saw the words disappear.

They seemed to run from me. These words inside of me.

I finally caught a word. A word, what a word.

The word was actually ‘word.’ And I got what I deserved.

No endings were found tonight. I kicked the period of a run on in flight.

You might think it’s right. But a single word is never right.

-Opinionated Man

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Happiness

My happiness throws three shadows on the ground. They extend past my sadness and their light keeps the darkness away.

They make those moments you would have had alone complete. A feeling you’d never know unless you lost it.

Maybe I do know happiness at last.

Each day I seem to know it.

-OM

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Personal

I could never count the tears in your eyes. How often I’ve made you cry, how many times I’ve left you standing saying why. All for a few moments of disguise, let me cover up your eyes.

I’ll never be what you want me to be, but as long as you don’t see, there is nothing to see.

See these tears falling from your eyes, they are just lies.

Lost moments of you and I.

-OM

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Friendship

I’ve had many people I’ve called friend in my past. I have many close friends in my life. I don’t talk to many of them often and I don’t visit home that much.

I’ve run from demons in my past, the kind that chase you in your dreams. They walk among you in the day and I can see them even today. Those sights I see are home to me and a home I’ll never have.

Home is where you are, or at least that’s what they say. Home to me, home is here in Colorado for now.

You shouldn’t ever feel like you owe someone something in friendship. If you borrow money it is a different story, but that’s why you try not to allow money to ever be a factor in friendship. Don’t ever loan someone money unless you truly want to see how strong your friendship is when that dirty rotten thieving bastard doesn’t pay you back that money you specifically counted out for him from the stack of cash you went to the bank in the freezing cold to get for him… err.

Anyways, I could go on and on about friendship.

Because I’m probably a bad friend.

I should work on that.

-Opinionated Man

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