February went by with a breath; in a blink. Somehow, the month that usually seems to creep by went faster than ever this year. Now it’s March. The other night, I heard crickets. If there’s one thing about winter nights, it’s that they are silent. The crickets chirping; the robins perched on the bare tree branches; the tiny buds on the peach trees and the scent of living, growing things remind me of a sensation that comes but once a year – spring.
Hey, y’all! You ready for another post on writing tips?
Punctuation is yet another very important part in writing. Without it, many things wouldn’t make sense – or worse, many things may come across differently. Have you ever noticed how hard it is to read long sentences without commas? No? Well, here’s an example out of my absolute favorite book: David Copperfied, by Charles Dickens.
Warning: This post is about blogging. It is written with aspiring bloggers and blogger wanna-bes in mind. HOWEVER, even if you are a non-blogger, I think you will enjoy this post about a little bit behind the scenes of blogging.
Well, today I’m going to talk a bit about blogging. You might ask what the title means. I named this post, “Why Three Hours?” because I remember a conversation I had once with a fellow blogger. I was saying that it took me 2-3 hours to make a post. Her response was, “Wow, it only takes me 20 minutes!” So I decided to explain what it takes to make a post. Also, I have a couple bad blogging habits I’m sharing at the end!
I have always loved to write. I am not good at stories, so I embrace my love through my blog. Conversational compositions seem to work best for me, and recently, I’ve been trying short sketches. Over the years, I have really found some great writing tips that can really “ump” your stories, essays, and articles. Even if it’s just writing an email, you’ll be able to find these tips useful!
The other week, when I was cleaning out my room, I pulled down my memory box. This was not such a intelligent idea, as it meant that for an hour, I would be reading every single birthday card, letter, et cetera, that was in there. Most of my cards and letters have been saved from my first birthday through my seventh or eighth, but since then, other items have been added. Along with these was a book of poems I wrote at the age of ten or eleven. (I can easily find out my exact age, but so far I have not chosen to do that.) That was the short phase in my life where I wrote poems non-stop. Ever since I haven’t been able to. I have, for a fact, learned to write with better imagery. However I have not gotten to the actual poem stage.