Blogging
[https://i0.wp.com/www.onemanandhisblog.com/content/images/2008/11/IMG_0054.jpg] The one time I really struggle with blogging is when I’ve stopped doing it for a bit. A few weeks ago, I took a week off. And I ended up almost completely disconnecting from social
ann tinworth
 [http://www.onemanandhisblog.com/content/images/2008/08/27-Wedding.jpg]People don’t lose battles with cancer [http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/ni/2008/08/why_sudders_didnt_lose_his_bat.html]. From the BBC’
Blogging
Here’s a thought. This way of describing one key element of blogging to journalists just popped into my head: > “Read the blog post. If you know the writer in person, can you hear them saying it? If not, they’re not blogging yet.” Good? Bad? Indifferent? One of
Blogging
Practical Blogging talks about the coffee shop as an ideal place to write [http://sleepyblogger.com/?p=383], based on an article in USA Today [http://www.usatoday.com/life/2006-10-04-third-space_x.htm#]. This is a familiar idea. In fact, it’s been something of an obsession for me since
music
* [Storytellers Unplugged: THEME MUSIC ](http://www.storytellersunplugged.com/2006/01/theme-music_24.html)I’m fascinated by the link between music and writing.(tags: music [http://del.icio.us/adders/music] writing [http://del.icio.us/adders/writing]) * [Serenity made of Lego](http://www.reasonablyclever.com/lego/firefly/index.htm)
books
There’s a great post over on Storytellers Unplugged about the distinction between an author and a writer. This post is called I Do It For The Money [http://www.storytellersunplugged.com/2005/07/i-do-it-for-money.html]: > Author: Person whose name is on a book cover. Writer: Someone actively putting
Blogging
Tom Coates has posted an essay based on a speech he gave at a recent Six Apart event. It’s entitled The Horseless Carriage…: This is a slightly rewritten and polished up version of a talk I gave to a Six Apart event (cf. On being on the panel at
wierd
Words. Words in my brain. Words crawling into my brain through my eyes and servicing the hurgry maw of my imagination. Words bleeding out of my brain through my fingers, sucked away into a digital haven, where they nest and grow. Words ripped from their cyber womb and pressed into
