How’s that title for your SEO?
It will do no good whatsoever. SEO (pronounced sea-oh!) is supposed to have buzz feed words like “buzz” and “feed.”
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How’s that title for your SEO?
It will do no good whatsoever. SEO (pronounced sea-oh!) is supposed to have buzz feed words like “buzz” and “feed.”
Happy New Year!
If you’re here on the east coast of these United States, this bloggy is posting smack dab at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new decade. There’s a 96 percent chance I’m sleeping through the festivities.
Welp, it’s December! The calendar proclaims it is so and I’ve never been one to argue with time. Except for that one time when I “hour shamed” 59 minutes. Another story, another… time.
It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
I wrote 4,000 words today.
Well, not today today. I mean, yeah it’s present day today here where I live and breathe, but when I post this bloggy, today will be two whole days ago. So my 4k extravaganza is old news.
What have you done for me lately, word count?
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Me? I’m entrenched in words and lovin’ it! This whole NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) thing is going pretty well.
I read a book a couple weeks ago. I know, right? How stoked am I to be reading books?! This book had a title and the title was … hold on, I want to get this right.
If you haven’t yet done so, I encourage you to sign up for my monthly newsletter. In it, I often send links to free book giveaways and tend to also discuss updates on my writing, even more so than I do here on this bloggy. This month, and probably forevermore, if you sign up through BookFunnel, you will receive a brand new, spooky Lost Identity tale entitled:
GHOST WALLS.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve been bouncing back and forth and around the horn and through again between and upside out with these templates.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
Are you a writer? It’s ok if you haven’t admitted to yourself that you are yet. And it’s perfectly fine and normal if you haven’t yet admitted it to anyone else! In fact, I’d be surprised to hear if you do go about proclaiming your self-prescribed title to everyone you meet.
Guys! Girls! Hear me! Join me! We need to start (or continue) plotting our stories. It might be the most important thing! The plot.
Dear fiction writers (especially those who are struggling to complete a first draft — I’m looking at you, world builders),
I’d like to talk about one of the biggest impediments to my progress toward finishing the first draft of my sci-fi novel. I will do so in screenplay form, because the distance dulls the pain.
Please enjoy Backstory: The Movie!
If my calculations are correct, it’s just about 7:30 p.m. EST on this current year’s 4th of America. That means it’s still light outside because, you know, farmers require their ever-lovin’ sunshine to sow their night crops of barley, hay, and thyme. Or something. I forget how most things, including Daylight Savings Time and a well-balanced mentality, work.
The calendar says we’re now in the second half of 2019. Really, time? Is that how you’re going to play it? Very well then, let’s reflect.
I’m busy contemplating many things, including but not limited to marketing Marcus, finding time to draft new projects, figuring out how to present/possibly package said projects, reading and blogging Shakespeare, anticipating Frozen 2 with frosty breath (OMG it’s gonna be so good!)…
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.