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Ten years of blogging

02eb88b3f0f76540cc223c13acc6688f     Ten Years ago today, I started blogging on, after jumping ship from Blogger to WordPress. I actually started blogging as early as 2007, shortly after I had my Cochlear Implant surgery that very same year.

Using the digital platform has completely changed the way I write and blog in today’s digital media world, then I when I first started writing back in 1986, shortly after leaving high school a few years earlier. With over three-hundred plus blog written to my name since, the first blog I ever wrote in the early 1990s, it has been a tremendous ride since that very first day I started blogging on the internet.

I remember when I first started blogging, the term “blogging” was still relatively “new” at the time to most writers and their potential readers and followers that would follow in the years and months to come.  It became a writing platform for just about every type of writer there is and changed and the way the writing community writes to a whole new perspective means in the world of writing and digital media.

desk2     I remember people asking me what is “blogging?” The simplest answer, I could give them at the time was – “it’s more of a platform for those to express their minds and more, as for some writer’s like myself and it’s more of column style platform, in the form writing your own personal newspaper type column, without the hefty deadlines from the norms of a newspaper or magazine editor in the forms of racing against time to get the piece written, polished out to the world in a more timely manner than what it would take using the said platforms of other print and digital media outlets,” it was simple and to the point.

While going to college, I recall my journalism instructor telling me and my fellow classmates in our journalism classes that, the digital media platform will logically become the medium of choice among writers, editors, news outlets and more as the medium grows into the future. Evidently, he was right by the time, the blogging platform and digital media took the world by storm.

Writing digitally started becoming the norm into the 1990s and gained traction into the turn of the 21st Century, as we now know it in today’s digital media world into the 2000s.

As blogging continues to grow among today’s digital world, the question is often asked, “how do I see the medium today as the twenty-first century continues to grow and well defined into the future? There’s no simple answer, other than, it is here to stay – even though I’ve been writing since 1986 after I took my first freelance writing class with some well-defined knowledge journalism, while in college in the early 1990s.

Ideally, I believe the blogging platform will remain for years to come as it is a way for writers to express themselves and get their style of writing content out faster than ever before than going the traditional routes and means of going through editorial letters via snail mail, email or other means of communication between writer and editor and vice versa and more, all while cutting down on editorial and publishing times on the writer’s time and money for all to be seen until someone until come career professional nabs their next start writer in the various means and platforms in today’s print, television and digital media outlets.

cropped-underwood_typewriter1.jpg    Over the past ten years, it has been a great run to see folks are reading and liking of what is being posted and published on this blog – ultimately, I never dreamed I would get this far into the decade of publishing blogs to my own site and for all to endure its something of an enjoyment to see and fulfill, all while giving not only writers time to write and publish their own content and style of writing, while following other bloggers the like and read for insight and innovations.

There is an old saying from the movie, “Throw Mama From The Train,” where Billy Crystal’s character Professor Tyler says to his class as the bell rings, “remember class, a writer write’s – always!” as the class begins to leave the classroom.

It is definitely the moto and rings true nowadays! I hope everyone has a great day, evening or night depending on where in the world your reading this blog from, remember, “a writer writes always,” and don’t forget to like, “share and follow your favorite bloggers on the various blogospheres platforms including this blog for future content and more.

Be safe everyone.

To quit, stay or pass it up?

freelance-writers-deskIt’s nearly impossible to tell where the story will actually come from? I live in a part of the country where there are lots of stories to be told, but what is the most unique one to pick? One that will not only pick the writer’s brain but also the readers. “Bon Appetite,” I say with the most immortal pain in the ass lion’s roar you’d ever hear since the birth of the “Lion King!”.

Every morning when I get out of bed, I’m looking for something to write about, it doesn’t come easily nor is it to be found wisely in the middle of nowhere? It’s more like a catapult being thrown with a giant rock or stone toward the wizard or King’s Castle to break open the heavily guarded wall or mortified gate to enter the castle with the massive surge of resistance troops trying to recapture the heavily fortified castle against the rebels and more.

This not only reminds me but since I started writing this article, something has come to mind to make amends meet the ultimate goal in making some serious thought of one’s needs and more.

Courtesy of ARRL / W1AW

The ultimate brand of the story reminds me of a fellow “Amateur Radio Operator” that wants to give up his “ticket” or ham radio license to leave the hobby to pursue other means of a hobby. I myself have been a “ham” for over ten years and love the hobby dearly and I not only consider it a hobby, to begin with but also an “Emergency Communications tool,” to begin with in the first place.

surface_fire_collageI not only take my radio with me everywhere, but it is always nearby in case of an emergency – think of it as if it was sitting in an enclosed glass case or openly perched on the walls much like Fire Extinguishers, that hang on the walls of commercial buildings and businesses where it can be easily accessible to break the glass and grab the bottle and it’s attached hose during an emergency need such as putting out a raging small fire or during the need during a power outage and your cellphone is literally in the SHTF mode, to begin with.

“Never leave home without it!”

That is pretty much how I view ham radio when I’m not on the radio chit-chatting with other hams or using it as an old “stand-by” tool in case of an emergency when I have no cellphone coverage nor am I in an area where cell coverage may be null has hell and you can’t get out and more, again remember the SHTF scenario same thing.

At least the radio is in close quarters whenever I go on a bicycle ride on my bike throughout town or out and about while out in the countryside during a bike ride – pretty much like an old “American Express Card” commercial, where they say, “never leave home without it,” ham radio is my “American Express Card,” as I once told my late Mother shortly after I passed my ham license exam and started operating in the radio with an “HT or handheld portable radio” like the one you see in the picture above in my handlebar bag on my Giant Sedona Mountian Bike.

Since I just mentioned that – they hardly make those type of American Express Card commercials on television anymore, I kinda miss those type of television commercials from the 1970 and ’80s, as American Express was heavily promoting their cards with a wide variety of actors back in the day – it just amazes me how times have changed with the way tv commercials are done today.

Rather its an SHTF or some other type of scenario that plays out in someone’s future, it is always better to be prepared rather than not and having to deal with a “hair pulling catch-22 day;” the key is always being “prepared” as you never know what’s going to happen on the other side or in one’s future when it comes to the need for an emergency.

Hooha, keep writing, keep crushing it and we’ll see you on the next one.

Midnight to Daylight Battle

writers-desk-300x180It’s practically after midnight, I’m sitting at my desk thinking of a unique piece to write about & work on through the night or nearly through the night? All Depending on what karma decides to give me as the night drags onward into the darkness toward the world of – “Daybreak.”

Darkness seems to never fail for those who write and work as night owls of the darkness or the abyss of the night. But, for me its somewhat of a battle of sorts – idea’s don’t come as easy as it did in my younger days as a writer on the college rag,  “The Torch.”

It all started back in the day’s of the early 1990s when I was trying to decide if I wanted to go back to school or not; some six or seven years after graduating from high school.

That leap of faith had me deciding between several career choices and a twist of fate – fate at the time, I literally decided a childhood dream of writing would be the key to going back to school in some form of Journalism rather it be writing novels, scripts for movies and television or just plain jane freelance writing on whatever topic blew into my mind via magazine writing or the likes.

At the time I went back to school I was building a growing Firebuff and Incident paging Network called, “Oregon Firepage,” it was the start of my news stringing career as a freelance news stringer managing the local and statewide “Breaking News Coverage in the public safety spectrum of police and fire departments across the state,” not only to the fire buff groups across the country but also to other statewide paging networks.

It was tough and competitive with other similar fire buff networks getting local and statewide Breaking News Coverage. As the fire buff networks died down or other networks getting bought out by other networks across the country, it was time to reconsider the next plan of battle.

The battle made me decide New stringing was still my best bet while continuing forward with my paging network.

pexels-photo-359989.jpegAs daybreak started to rise, I was still in the battle picking up the pieces and editing away as I kept writing for a few hours before getting some much-needed shuteye and some needed rest from a long day in the chair while getting Chemotherapy the day before at the cancer center.

As the sun rose above clear skies and high clouds started rolling in for an anticipating series of storms started to trek into the Ohio Valley from the western fronts of the Midwest portion of the United States. My battle continues as the day drags on toward the dawns of Sunset, which is still a few hours away from the dawn darkness.

“It may very well be another night working into the darkness of deciding of what type of blog articles to pen for the rest of the month? Again it’s a battle to be seen, if I even have a standard set of quota to pen each month, as I try to break the cycle of slacking weekly for numerous days of not writing and penning anything worthwhile it would be well worth the effort and gaining the upper hand in the battlefield.

Perhaps it shall be seen how the battle goes for the month of April.

Like Howard Hughes?

02eb88b3f0f76540cc223c13acc6688fTo battle or not to battle? To fight or not to fight? “What the hell am I talking about?”

Two battle hymns in the same sentence. I must be getting a case of Writer’s Block or something? It’s becoming a case of mystified stymie, as I can’t seem to want to write what I want to write about? At least this was a few days ago when I started to pen this piece together. “Perhaps, it’s just something temporary for the time being?”

Perhaps, I’m just tired and burned out of “twitching the writer’s breath?” Phooey, that could be something contagious nor could it just be something mocking with my half-century old mind and the culinary liking of fine dining? Hey, I’m not one of those rich half-ass idiots that have a Yacht sitting at a pier or at some stateside dock with my name on it, nor am I some Real Estate tycoon who has one of those “gold” plated palaces around the world that would suit that half fared ass Orange Julius in the White House we deal with every day on the television tuber, “no, not YouTube, you idiot!'”

Personally it suits me just fine right down the middle of the Hudson River in New York – “if Captain Scully can make a plane float on the Hudson River, its likely to make the late Howard Hughes smile generously,” while in his stylish 1940’s era suit with the fanfare of his flaming darling, the beloved – “Spruce Goose.” Hmm, makes some sense I guess? “What you folks think?” – “give or take,” I say graciously with a slight grin of insanity.

I’ll probably bet the diamonds on Rio, that no one in this day and generation ever learned this history of the 1940s and the late Howard Hughes?

It looks like I’m actually getting somewhere here with this masterpiece we call a “blog post” – hmm, I’ve likely broken through the catastrophe of getting past the line of battle as I continue to fight my way through the rugged battlefields of writer’s block. I’m still locked and loaded and with plenty of firepowers to choose from to quell the beast to an evil standstill with nothing to surrender to the troops of writer’s block into defeat. “Volia – what a bonafide plan Skipper, just how the hell do you plan to implement for that little ole bastard anyway?” – sarcastically in Gilligan’s Island tone of the Skipper himself, “I can tell you, but then I’d have to kill you and point blank, sorry probie!”. Gotta give you the “Gibbs” slap.

McGee would’ve agreed, I’m sure of giving ole Gilligan’s the ole 21st Century Gibb’s slap.

“Progress seems to have made its way to victory? Only time will tell!” At least we can say those heartfelt good-byes to the “Winter Blues” and yes, we can now say hello to “Spring!” Hooha, now that’s what I’m talking about, bring on the warmth, bring on the picnics, bring on the good ole boy fishing days on the lakes and rivers where the best fish is yet to be seen!

“It’s going to be epic for sure!”

Forward in time

pexels-photo-359989.jpegLast weekend we turned our clocks ahead by one hour for the hour’s worth of sleep that we lost back in the Fall, when we turned our clocks back an hour for the hour we lost during Daylight Savings Time, during the Spring forward saga seven months before. Aloha welcome to “Spring forward, Fall Back time saga routine, once again folks!” – it’s just the majestic of things to come.

I often wonder each time we Spring forward or Fall back each year if I’m on the right biological clock or Earth time? Bummer, no one never seems to know the bonafide answer to the earthling truths of the trade? “What’s the world coming too,” as “Smokey and the Bandit’s,” “Sheriff Buford T Justice,” would say before his biological watch goes off on his slow mo’ stopping time watch in “Smokey and the Bandit 2.”

I’m mystified, in many ways, as I have never explored the opportunity at will to seek and satisfy myself to find an honest answer at why we do this each and every year? Even though, I know it’s been the norm since the late Benjamin Franklin brought it up in the 1800s.

With the day’s getting longer and the warmer months coming ahead, it may seem like a good thing in the long run in the likes of camping, fishing, hiking, picnicking, exploring and more. There’s always something to do when the days get longer and warmer. Not to mention, I’ve always been a fan of the warm Spring and Summer months – ok, its a confession, as for Winter’s, “I’m not so keen” at least to say – it doesn’t run well in my blood with my fight with cancer when it comes to the winter months – “it’s the vampire sucking time in your blood,” I tell folks with a chuckle while holding a hot cup of wicked witches brew in one hand and cursed witches flying broom purchased from nearest Enterprise car rental outlet somewhere in America. This shit really doesn’t fly with the broomsticks, even though it does with the hot warmth of hot cheese sticks from the fast food chain or hot and fresh right out of your own oven.

“Hmm, the culprit shame!” It’s just another confession counselor or should I say, screw the back pay and just dig in and eat the cheesy roll, then you have a full confession outta me and point blank – ditto!”.