Sixteen days til NaNoWriMo, and I still don’t have an idea. Not a plot point, not a character. Not a teeny-tiny play on words to amuse my Muse. (Who is more or less an eighth grade boy, at heart.) Well, fine. I’ll just start with an explosion and work my way up from there. I
The first letters from our municipal liaisons are arriving, today, and I got back to my home region for the first time this year. Nebraska::Other. A rip-roaring writing community of eight people. Twenty-five percent of them are Municipal Liaisons, if you’re doing the math. Which I am. As always, I’m seeking out new writers and
I made it to 1000 followers on Twitter, this week. That’s an accomplishment, for me. I’m not all that outgoing in real life, but apparently, in a no-commitment forum, where all I have to do is be momentarily distracting, I’m not too bad. I get a few views from Twitter, now and then… but not
Let’s be honest. Getting here took me a lot longer than it should have. There’s something huge about blogging. It’s the whole combo-platter of anxieties, and an empty page to boot. So, yeah… about a year and a half. Five months, once I decided to sit down and do it. That’s probably the biggest lesson I’ve learned.
When you start doing something, there are milestones you expect. Evidence of progress that is predictable: A particular number of views, or followers, or posts. For instance, I’m approaching my 200th post. There’s nothing particularly surprising about that. You just write the first post, and then, keep going. In addition to that kind of milestone,