My Brain on Blogging 201

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Actually Blogging 201 has sorta been kicking my ass.  Blogging 101?  Loved it, got it, got a lot from it.  Blogging 201 has a larger scope, bigger ideas and it is frankly making my brain hurt.  Writing is all I want to do, and of course I want people to read.  But examining my stats?  Social media expansion?  All that stuff makes me a little, well, nervous I guess.  Can’t I just write, I find myself asking?  Isn’t that enough?

You already know the answer.  It’s not.  We all want others to read our work and there are things we have to do to get ourselves going.  It’s about knowing ourselves and what it is that we have to do in order to get what we want.

Which of course, leads me back to my favorite subject, and of course my favorite organ!  My brain.  I know my brain well enough to know that I resolutely go after my goals if I have the steps in mind.  It’s not what my brain wants to do.  My brain wants to write, read, assign ideas to categories, etc.  It does not want to do hard work and things it thinks it’s not good at.  But that’s only my frontal lobe.  My limbic system, the area that processes emotions, knows that it will FEEL SO GOOD to get my work out there, and that’s what all this business is about.  Like the quote from Charles Swindoll:

“Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it.”

On that note, off to read some of your fabulous blogs, and of course, get my brain to come along for the ride.


Thanks Lost Girl Blog for goal #2


My Flat Tire- A Fairy Tale

A Daily Post prompt to write something that happened in the past week in the style of a fairy tale.

And the wheels go 'round...

And the wheels go ’round…

Once Upon a Time, a king and queen indeed had a wonderful dream:  a day of family fun and frolic!  Complete with never-ending smiles, a cascade of sweet and meaningful memories made with the entire royal family!  It would be great fun: an afternoon bike ride, complete with a stop at the kingdom’s favorite coffee shop.  Treats of gooey, sugary deliciousness would be the destination after a day spent in the saddle and beneath the sun’s warm rays.  Oh how the princesses would enthuse to embark upon such a day!

Alas, the dream was not meant to be.  Both sisters displaying a whiney wickedness, the king and queen cajoled them with the allure of sunshine and sweets.  The sun, however,  proved to be a difficult ally, trying desperately to poke through but succeeding only in drowning the kingdom in fog.  Not even a royal invocation for sunlight was heeded.  The family rode on, however, despite the cold.  The sisterly squabbles began in earnest, whilst the king and queen beseeched them for peace.  The day’s winds whipped about, created an uphill feeling to a flat countryside.

And then, lo, a misery stopped them cold!  It was the flat tire of the queen’s bike.  It hissed and spat in a display of contempt for the family outing.  The only option, lest the king’s army be summoned, was to pedal back despite the destination of the journey having not been reached.  A mild argument ensued, of what to do next.  And in the end, the queen walked to the coffee shop, damaged tire and bike in tow.  Spirits dragged much as did the queen’s dirt-soaked finery.  As the family met her, they agreed to make the best of the royal outing, and order up some sugary tidbits to soothe their weary bodies.

And then, just like that, almost as if the queen’s wand had deemed it so, the family began laughing.  Enjoying the company.  Forgetting the vexing problems that the day had so meanly presented them.  The sugar proved a salve to the family, and in due time the king fetched his noble mini-van.  Procuring the sickly bike in it’s wretched condition,  he took the family back to it’s kingdom, where they are all now in pleasant company within the castle.

And they lived happily ever after.

The End.