The last few nights have been one of tossing and turning quite a bit. That of course leads to what I affectionately call “Sometimers”. Literally “Sometimers” means that sometimes I remember, sometimes I don’t. It can be quite true for anything even say a conversation. My wife and I have had a few over the last few days that have ended abruptly when she noticed I either had a blank stare as though my brain had just checked out on vacation, or even worse when I stop mid-sentence as I have forgotten what the conversation was about, and as thus what I was even saying. Now what was I talking about……?
I have been delving further into the whole making money on-line process, and trying to find my “niche”. I will post some of my more recent earnings for my ventures for everyone’s amusement. Now I haven’t given up, but so far it hasn’t been those overnight cash deliveries you read about. One thing I may consider is going back into editorial writing, as I have the time and inclination. I was very adept at it years ago, and made some fairly good money doing it. There are a couple of things I have always tried to remember about writing:
1)Be Honest
2)Make thoughts complete, as nobody is going to read a ramble
3)Make it relevant to you, and it will have those personal touches that make it relevant to the reader.
Writing should be a window to the mind of the writer. You should leave a story, a blog post, or an article with some insight to how the writer feels, and how they experienced what they were writing about. That’s how and why a story is interesting. A good and true example can be very basic, but will give the reader so much more of how you feel.
I remember finding my mothers journals in a box a few years after she died. As I read them I could hear her voice in my mind, almost as though she was sitting there reading me these stories. I gave me that sense of closeness and security that a child gets from their mother, a feeling I hadn’t felt since she died when I was 19. And it wasn’t the words on the paper that made the difference but the underlying emotion in the meaning of those words. I try to remember that each time I write, to allow feelings and emotions and heart to help guide me.
And those are the random Friday musings of a 34 year old father.
Now what was I talking about?……
~Another Day
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