This is what a thousand words looks like. This is how it feels to be inside a thousand words. Welcome.
“Back in my day,” wrote the old man who somehow got himself a bloggy, “we used to do a thing called freewriting.”
That’s fascinating, Grandpa! Tell us more!
I’m currently in a 30-day trial period with a popular email service company called ConvertKit. It seems to be the proper choice of many successful indie authors, including Chris Fox, an extremely prolific author who, quite believably, is of no relation to Marcus.
I love Walt Whitman. I have always loved Walt Whitman. And yet, as such things go, his big two-oh-oh escaped me. What can I say? I guess I have more pressing things in my life now. That doesn’t change the fact that I love Walt Whitman.
Oh right, the drum. OK so before we plow into Act IV, I need to head back into III briefly. I forgot to mention that in Act III there was quite a bit of importance laid on some drum of war.
Whether you’ve been blogging for 10 years and 10 minutes or 10 minutes and 10 seconds, eventually you’re going to come to a point in your illustrious bloggy career when you hit the proverbial wall.
Back in 1990, no one could have predicted that a little show debuting on HIBBO would, nearly 30 years hence, rise to become the world’s most intensely watched, anticipated, and scrutinized television program of all recorded time.
Well, now what?
I’m sitting in a haze of post-published, euphoric loss. I feel like I’ve had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends. I gave him up to the world and now he doesn’t write me anymore. Wait, Marcus may be a storyteller but he’s not a writer. I don’t think.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of being a published author. It began, one might suppose, in my early childhood days of climbing the branches of the tree in our front yard to sit there, midway up in the perfect nook, reading for hours on end.
Routine. Routine. Routine. It goes on and on. Everyday you make the doughnuts or do whatever it is that you do. For me, I wake up next to the boy. Usually he’s crawling all over me by 6:00 and I submit to morning.
“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
— Stephen King
When it comes to writing, I know I have seen this quote more frequently than any other. It pops up everywhere. Case in point, check out the opening line of this bloggy.
It seems that most successful blogs do a lot of Buzzfeed-esque writing. Since I don’t have the staff or the mindset to deliver clickbait content about Jennifer Anniston’s latest hairdo (does she still have hair?), I’ll have to supplement with another trick I’ve learned from perusing other blogs: create a worthless list.
While I was building this hub that is my author website, I took into consideration that I should also have a semi-professional, mainly literary Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads presence. I would have also created a SnapChat, Tumblr, Readit, Gotchya, Hooli, and WiggleWaggle if I knew what any of those things were.