After last year’s NaBloPoMO, I had so much fun hopping other blogs and talking to other writers that I set a goal for myself to do at least two more months of posting-a-day. I just did April and will do at least one more, so to help with this, I’m doing a round up of interesting blog prompts.
I love statistics. I actually love all math, when I can understand it. I love (and hate) how rigid it is. All the guess work is taken out: if I put certain numbers in x, y, and z, I will get the same result every. time. Not like when working with people. Ugh. People suck.
My advice for new bloggers: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – in moderation. Don’t copy their text without credit, obvs, but if you like how someone’s layout looks, use it! In fact, look at a bunch of blogs to see what kind of style looks good to you, and copy it!
These are the ten bests posts I like on this blog, though not necessarily the ones looked at most often. They are in no particular order.
It just so happens that this post IS the one most looked at. I look at Google search terms, and find that people google things about “death” “dying family member,” or “dying grandmother.” But it made this list because I wrote it immediately after it happened, and I can remember it so clearly when I read it. That’s actually a common theme of the posts I chose: they all call back memories so clearly or in such a unique way that I love them.
I had just commented in my Weekend Coffee Share that I feel like I’m on top of these daily posts-even with the baby-and here I am. Wordless.
But in this echoing chamber, I would like to talk about the blogger Rarasaur and the feature she did yesterday of fellow bloggers.
Last May, I wrote a post about a fellow blogger, Rarasaur. She was about to be put into prison for a crime she didn’t commit, (here’s her story here) and I was moved by the wickedness of a criminal “justice” system that essentially bullied an innocent person.
I saw an update on her today – she’s getting out of prison after 15 months. 15 months. The Wee One wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye, I was still living in St. Louis, I was still working, but I wasn’t a rennie yet.
I’d thought about her several times over the past few months, and I was glad to learn that she’s getting out (hence this post passing the good news on.)