All of my updates and writing has been sporadic because of this and the new company I had decided to go with won't be out to hook me up until next week. Or Jan. Or Feb. Lovely time line.
I miss my desktop. Badly.
Ugh.
So my net is out for a while. I'm using a laptop and picking up a wireless signal from the local pastry/coffee shop. Works for me, I pay for my pastries, but don't take my comp there. Think I keep them going with coffee purchases, too. Heh.
All of my updates and writing has been sporadic because of this and the new company I had decided to go with won't be out to hook me up until next week. Or Jan. Or Feb. Lovely time line.
I miss my desktop. Badly.
All of my updates and writing has been sporadic because of this and the new company I had decided to go with won't be out to hook me up until next week. Or Jan. Or Feb. Lovely time line.
I miss my desktop. Badly.
A New Fan or Friend?
I think most of you who stop by are familiar with the one blog I write on, Family Resource. It's in the sidebar, come visit!
But, I got into an argument via comments with one of the readers over a touchy subject which happened to be a post from a previous writer. No Jen, not you :-) But this person thought I was the original writer and so on, then I went on the defensive.
To make a long story short, I deleted the mess, poste my real name, and asked them to look me up on Google so they could see I am not this other writer. It worked and I got a nice comment from them. We both apologized and now I have a new reader!
I like it when things work out well. And if you're reading this, I'm glad you sent me that link, I read it. I may be writing something new on that topic. Something in a better, more positive light and from MY point of view.
But, I got into an argument via comments with one of the readers over a touchy subject which happened to be a post from a previous writer. No Jen, not you :-) But this person thought I was the original writer and so on, then I went on the defensive.
To make a long story short, I deleted the mess, poste my real name, and asked them to look me up on Google so they could see I am not this other writer. It worked and I got a nice comment from them. We both apologized and now I have a new reader!
I like it when things work out well. And if you're reading this, I'm glad you sent me that link, I read it. I may be writing something new on that topic. Something in a better, more positive light and from MY point of view.
Scammer Alert!
I used to pick up low pay keyword and SEO articles for a little extra cash. I don't do them anymore, but I do get clients who offer them, then I offer them to other writers who are just starting. It's hard to find any work when you're brand new, but that's not the thing.
Thing is, this idiot scammed me. Now I am stuck paying my writers out of pocket so /I/ don't go up on a scam board. Ass.
If you are new to keywords or SEO writing, do not, I repeat, DO NOT take work from parasyadav9@gmail.com. Avoid that email like the plague. Keep an eye out for someone who wants and 'SEO Glossary' and tons o articles on loans. This guy has been pomising to pay for a month and last sunday promised "As soon as I reach the office"
I don't think it takes an entire week to get to the office.
Thing is, this idiot scammed me. Now I am stuck paying my writers out of pocket so /I/ don't go up on a scam board. Ass.
If you are new to keywords or SEO writing, do not, I repeat, DO NOT take work from parasyadav9@gmail.com. Avoid that email like the plague. Keep an eye out for someone who wants and 'SEO Glossary' and tons o articles on loans. This guy has been pomising to pay for a month and last sunday promised "As soon as I reach the office"
I don't think it takes an entire week to get to the office.
I Have a Fan!
I have a fan now, guys. An nut here in Buffalo is spreading rumors about a family whose child was attacked by a pit bull, sodomized, in fact. I wrote a not so nice email to her because she is trying to rescue this 'innocent dog' from the shelter and from being put down.
Well, I did make the mistake of replying to an email she sent back. I shouldn't have because she said not to, but oh well. It was only one email.
But then the woman actually stalked my blogs! Yes good readers, she actually followed a link from my signature, then came here and read about me being published in WNY Family. She mentioned making 'note' of my horrible sentence structure in WNY Family.
I wonder how the editor will take it that she published something with bad sentence structure. I would be angry with some nut writing me and griping about my judgement of what I publish, wouldn't you?
I sincerely hope she does write the magazine. In that case, I can have her charged with defamation of character. I wonder how she is going to take it when one of the local radio stations talks about it on their talk show. I hope she doesn't get upset, but then again, maybe she'll visit me here again. Fans are wonderful.
Well, I did make the mistake of replying to an email she sent back. I shouldn't have because she said not to, but oh well. It was only one email.
But then the woman actually stalked my blogs! Yes good readers, she actually followed a link from my signature, then came here and read about me being published in WNY Family. She mentioned making 'note' of my horrible sentence structure in WNY Family.
I wonder how the editor will take it that she published something with bad sentence structure. I would be angry with some nut writing me and griping about my judgement of what I publish, wouldn't you?
I sincerely hope she does write the magazine. In that case, I can have her charged with defamation of character. I wonder how she is going to take it when one of the local radio stations talks about it on their talk show. I hope she doesn't get upset, but then again, maybe she'll visit me here again. Fans are wonderful.
Best Comeback Line Ever
A friend of mine email me this and I just had to share. Enjoy!
This was in the Washington Post... the title of the article was "Best Come Back Line Ever."
In summary, the police arrested Patrick Lawrence, 22 year old white male, in a pumpkin patch 11:38 p.m. on Friday night. On Monday, at the Gwinnett County courthouse, Lawrence was charged with lewd and lascivious behavior, public indecency, and public intoxication.
The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way home from a drinking session when he decided to stop, "You know how a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and there was no one around for miles or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around" he stated in a telephone interview.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose, cut a hole in it, and proceeded to satisfy his alleged 'need.'
"Guess I was really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment.
In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him.
"It was an unusual situation, that's for sure, "said officer Taylor. "I walked up to Lawrence and he's just banging away at this pumpkin."
Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence .
"I said, "Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you're having sex with a pumpkin?"
He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then he looked me straight in the face and said... "A pumpkin? Shit...is it midnight already?"
This was in the Washington Post... the title of the article was "Best Come Back Line Ever."
In summary, the police arrested Patrick Lawrence, 22 year old white male, in a pumpkin patch 11:38 p.m. on Friday night. On Monday, at the Gwinnett County courthouse, Lawrence was charged with lewd and lascivious behavior, public indecency, and public intoxication.
The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way home from a drinking session when he decided to stop, "You know how a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and there was no one around for miles or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around" he stated in a telephone interview.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose, cut a hole in it, and proceeded to satisfy his alleged 'need.'
"Guess I was really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment.
In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him.
"It was an unusual situation, that's for sure, "said officer Taylor. "I walked up to Lawrence and he's just banging away at this pumpkin."
Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence .
"I said, "Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you're having sex with a pumpkin?"
He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then he looked me straight in the face and said... "A pumpkin? Shit...is it midnight already?"
Infant Cold Medicine Recalls
The makers of infant cold medicines have put out a voluntary recall. If you go to buy cold medications for your child who is under two, you will not find these on the shelves soon. This is because of accidental overdoses in children under two.
Here is a list of the recalled medications:
Dimetapp Decongestant Plus Cough Infant Drops
Dimetapp Decongestant Infant Drops
Little Colds Decongestant Plus Cough
Little Colds Multi-Symptom Cold Formula
Pediacare Infant Drops Decongestant (containing pseudoephedrine)
Pediacare Infant Drops Decongestant & Cough (containing pseudoephedrine)
Pediacare Infant Dropper Decongestant (containing phenylephrine)
Pediacare Infant Dropper Long-Acting Cough
Pediacare Infant Dropper Decongestant & Cough (containing phenylephrine)
Robitussin Infant Cough DM Drops
Triaminic Infant & Toddler Thin Strips Decongestant
Triaminic Infant & Toddler Thin Strips Decongestant Plus Cough
Tylenol Concentrated Infants' Drops Plus Cold
Tylenol Concentrated Infants' Drops Plus Cold & Cough
Here is a list of the recalled medications:
Dimetapp Decongestant Plus Cough Infant Drops
Dimetapp Decongestant Infant Drops
Little Colds Decongestant Plus Cough
Little Colds Multi-Symptom Cold Formula
Pediacare Infant Drops Decongestant (containing pseudoephedrine)
Pediacare Infant Drops Decongestant & Cough (containing pseudoephedrine)
Pediacare Infant Dropper Decongestant (containing phenylephrine)
Pediacare Infant Dropper Long-Acting Cough
Pediacare Infant Dropper Decongestant & Cough (containing phenylephrine)
Robitussin Infant Cough DM Drops
Triaminic Infant & Toddler Thin Strips Decongestant
Triaminic Infant & Toddler Thin Strips Decongestant Plus Cough
Tylenol Concentrated Infants' Drops Plus Cold
Tylenol Concentrated Infants' Drops Plus Cold & Cough
Answering A Job Posting.
I have read many articles and blog posts dealing with this subject, but now that I am offering small jobs here and there, I am surprised at the lack of...well...something that writers who are responding to these ads have when writing their emails.
I tried to be clear in my ad, say exactly what I was offering and for how much. I'm still getting people asking me how much I am paying and what the job is for. Or even emails that have no welcoming speech in them.
I am not the queen of all writing knowledge, but I just have to say something here. If you are going to answer an ad, don't ever, ever forget to address the person who placed the ad. If you do not know if they are an Editor or not, still assume that they are. I would prefer to see 'Dear Editor:' over nothing at all. Even if I am a webmaster, it is still nicer than 'Hey I am replying to your ad'
If you are writing me, I know you are replying to my ad. Easy enough, huh?
It's all about manners and careful reading of the ad. Give me a catchy subject line or just make sure to put the position title in the subject line. No subjects and snarky ones are likely to get deleted. No subjects might get a look, though, because all of us have made that mistake before.
If you are sending multiple emails, state 'resend' in the subject and WHY in the very first sentence. The first sentence shows up in most emails, giving the editor a chance to scan their email and see what catches their attention. That also means, make your first line in a cover letter SNAPPY. Get that editor to open your email!
Always, always send a nice cover letter. Your email is selling yourself and no matter what someone else tells you, the email answering a job post IS a cover letter. Whether you paste in your resume is another question. I only do it if the job calls for one or is tasty enough to make me really, really want to give that extra OOMPH.
So, give it your best when you send an email answering a job ad. It might well land you that job everyone else wants.
I tried to be clear in my ad, say exactly what I was offering and for how much. I'm still getting people asking me how much I am paying and what the job is for. Or even emails that have no welcoming speech in them.
I am not the queen of all writing knowledge, but I just have to say something here. If you are going to answer an ad, don't ever, ever forget to address the person who placed the ad. If you do not know if they are an Editor or not, still assume that they are. I would prefer to see 'Dear Editor:' over nothing at all. Even if I am a webmaster, it is still nicer than 'Hey I am replying to your ad'
If you are writing me, I know you are replying to my ad. Easy enough, huh?
It's all about manners and careful reading of the ad. Give me a catchy subject line or just make sure to put the position title in the subject line. No subjects and snarky ones are likely to get deleted. No subjects might get a look, though, because all of us have made that mistake before.
If you are sending multiple emails, state 'resend' in the subject and WHY in the very first sentence. The first sentence shows up in most emails, giving the editor a chance to scan their email and see what catches their attention. That also means, make your first line in a cover letter SNAPPY. Get that editor to open your email!
Always, always send a nice cover letter. Your email is selling yourself and no matter what someone else tells you, the email answering a job post IS a cover letter. Whether you paste in your resume is another question. I only do it if the job calls for one or is tasty enough to make me really, really want to give that extra OOMPH.
So, give it your best when you send an email answering a job ad. It might well land you that job everyone else wants.
New Blog!
Hey guys, there is a new blog on the radar...
Make Money Online!
Stacey and I are taking the net by the horns and twisting it hard enough to get the very best places to make some cash online out for you. Come by and visit us! Let us know what you think!
Make Money Online!
Stacey and I are taking the net by the horns and twisting it hard enough to get the very best places to make some cash online out for you. Come by and visit us! Let us know what you think!
Finally, the novel moves forward.
It is moving forward a little. A very little.
Go check it out, let me know what you think about the next entry.
Shattered Remains
Go check it out, let me know what you think about the next entry.
Shattered Remains
Random Thoughts.
I think I am going to post random thoughts. Who knows,maybe one day I will be famous enough to be quoted.
"The most successful writer is the one who wishes most to eat."-Julie Fletcher
"The most successful writer is the one who wishes most to eat."-Julie Fletcher
Sometimes I wonder...
Is the world against us writers? It seems that each time things are going well, something happens to hinder the writing process. It may be mental, physical, or something outside of the body totally.
With me, this past little while has been a mixture of it all.
Twice an injury slowed me down. Still sore, but I can write. I think I mentioned my mother moved in with me, my kids have seemed to stop thinking I have any authority over them. Then the inlaws seem to think my house is a hotel and that my husband and I are their maids/cooks/babysitters.
Ugh.
Mentally, I am exhausted. Being a wife, mother, and daughter is so much work in itself that trying to add the writing for a living is darn near impossible. I hear over and over from friends of mine about how strong I am, what a wonderful person I am for doing what I do, and so on...it drives me crazy.
Here's the lowdown. I'm not a saint. I hate this life. I am ugly and resentful inside, though I try not to show it to the ones I am caring for. I yell at times, brought to the breaking point by everything around me. I feel as if I am in a bad dream, drowning, while slippery dark things grab me by the ankles and drag me into the deep.
Yes. I am hateful.
But yet, I go on. Someone once asked me how I do it all. I honestly don't know. Perhaps working in a nursing home prepared me for part of this, but years ago I worked as a farm hand under a man who refused to accept any work be done less than perfect. I learned to live with it and force myself to do the task at hand no matter how distasteful. To see things things through to the end. No matter what.
I just go on. And on.
But, my ramblings aside, there has been a bright spot. I had my first magazine article published in Western New York Family Magazine. I was so thrilled. I wanted to run through the store and parking lot pointing to the open pages yelling "That's me, that's me!"
I'm silly.
Oh, my daughter burned her hand on our smooth cooktop stove, so if you have one of those, watch your kids. Those things get so hot and stay that way. Her entire palm is blistered. It hasn't stopped her or her sister from fighting and trying to kill one another.
A funny thing happened to me yesterday. I found I need to have a back tooth pulled. That's not the funny part, k? But, I called a dentist office and during the course of conversation I mentioned I was a writer, hence I was paid at odd times. The lady said she'd love to meet me and that they should be able to do something for me. She was more enthusiastic than what I just wrote, but hey, the kids just decided to have a meltdown.
Lord. Someone save me.
With me, this past little while has been a mixture of it all.
Twice an injury slowed me down. Still sore, but I can write. I think I mentioned my mother moved in with me, my kids have seemed to stop thinking I have any authority over them. Then the inlaws seem to think my house is a hotel and that my husband and I are their maids/cooks/babysitters.
Ugh.
Mentally, I am exhausted. Being a wife, mother, and daughter is so much work in itself that trying to add the writing for a living is darn near impossible. I hear over and over from friends of mine about how strong I am, what a wonderful person I am for doing what I do, and so on...it drives me crazy.
Here's the lowdown. I'm not a saint. I hate this life. I am ugly and resentful inside, though I try not to show it to the ones I am caring for. I yell at times, brought to the breaking point by everything around me. I feel as if I am in a bad dream, drowning, while slippery dark things grab me by the ankles and drag me into the deep.
Yes. I am hateful.
But yet, I go on. Someone once asked me how I do it all. I honestly don't know. Perhaps working in a nursing home prepared me for part of this, but years ago I worked as a farm hand under a man who refused to accept any work be done less than perfect. I learned to live with it and force myself to do the task at hand no matter how distasteful. To see things things through to the end. No matter what.
I just go on. And on.
But, my ramblings aside, there has been a bright spot. I had my first magazine article published in Western New York Family Magazine. I was so thrilled. I wanted to run through the store and parking lot pointing to the open pages yelling "That's me, that's me!"
I'm silly.
Oh, my daughter burned her hand on our smooth cooktop stove, so if you have one of those, watch your kids. Those things get so hot and stay that way. Her entire palm is blistered. It hasn't stopped her or her sister from fighting and trying to kill one another.
A funny thing happened to me yesterday. I found I need to have a back tooth pulled. That's not the funny part, k? But, I called a dentist office and during the course of conversation I mentioned I was a writer, hence I was paid at odd times. The lady said she'd love to meet me and that they should be able to do something for me. She was more enthusiastic than what I just wrote, but hey, the kids just decided to have a meltdown.
Lord. Someone save me.
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