Blogging --What Can I Say?

Image via Wikipedia Blogging is just too much fun!  I have a new blog.  Everybody is welcome to come over and check it out.  the title is Keres Tells a Story at www.kerestellsastory.blogspot.com .  This is not actually a new story.  I wrote it some time a ago.  It is a little nostalgic--no drug wars, just one bootlegger.

I hope I can discharge this writing demon by using these blogs.  Writing is like a necessity of life for some of us.  We want to record everything and make it all understandable to other people, to find the germ of an idea in the words or the feelings.  We do it in different and unique ways, but we idenify with each other--we have the antennae out searching for others who have a story or an idea.  Some people are readers who connect with writers, but some are writers who reflect it with another story--like sunlight bouncing off mirrors.

If you read my blogs, you may be assured that I appreciate it.  If you hear my stories I hope they touch you, or thrill you, or sadden you.  I hope you are moved or enlightened or challenged.  And if you, too, are a writer, I hope the feelings, and thoughts, and meanings reflect everywhere.

This Girl Just Wants to Make Money

I am writing on three websites, well, four, but one doesn't pay, so I may not use that one anymore.  I have made a few cents on two of the sites.  I realize that the way to make this work is volume.  How many articles can I write in a day? in a week?  Do I have that much to say?  It doesn't seem like it.  I'm not doing all that good on the blog!  But I do keep trying.  I don't think the blog has a real focus.  I don't have any readers or followers.  I could poll them and see what I need to do, but there aren't any!  I like to write, but I find it very important to have something to say.  And then I want to make money!  Help!  Please Lord, Help!

The Books You Read

I heard the President say one day that he should be judged by the people that he surounded himself with. I don't agree. Some of the people I surround myself with are absolutely wonderful, but there are those that I deal with who have intentions I don't want accorded to me. I keep remembering that I worked in a prison, and I don't want to be judged by the morals or motives of the people around me.

I would rather be judged by the books I surround my self with. Most of the time when a book does not have ideas or content I want to be associated with, it doesn't stay in my library long. I refer to some books often because I value their wisdom or insight. Some I read over and over because a character is so enchanting. Some I pick up because I haven't read all the poems or I just want to hear them again.

This is something my mother taught me, but it didn't take much effort on her part to impress on me the value of books, especially ones that lead me to dream or inspire or, sometimes, just enjoy.

"Do Your Best!"

My mother's mantra pounding in my ears is still, "Do your best." Are all mothers like that? She knew if I just tried, I would succeed. Here I am trying something new, and I still hear her voice urging me on. Blogging is writing. I have wanted to be a writer as long as I can remember, but I didn't think I was good enough. I have submitted pieces for publication, but received little encouragement. Here I am writig for public consumpton. What'd you know? I made it!