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Ten years of blogging


02eb88b3f0f76540cc223c13acc6688f     Ten Years ago today, I started blogging on WordPress.com, 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.

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Memories: The Ranch


blog-pix3.jpgWhen you think of hay, you think of grass seeds and alfalfa from the greatest farmlands in the Pacific Northwest. Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter where you live near these so-called – “farms.” It could be anywhere in America or anywhere in the world.

There are a billion little things about living on a farm or a ranch as some may call it, give or take. The smell of fresh living Douglas and Noble Fir trees towering the surrounding hills of my grandparent’s farm and more as I reminisced my childhood memories during the late 1960s and early ’70s, as my Mother and I followed the clan of my late Aunt and Uncle and Grandparents to a rural remote town not far from the Lane and Douglas County Line in Western Oregon along the heart of the Willamette Valley in what was known at the time in the 1800s has the Applegate Trial with a connection to the Oregon Trail to the north.

Ranch 2019

It felt like home – very much at home, far and away from the nearest big city some thirty to forty-five minutes from where we lived along the Interstate Five corridor. The setting was picture perfect and was at ease to call home.

I was only a tyke, a three-year-old that had strong memories and strong abilities to even conquer the most ambitious dreams in life while living on the family farm.

What made the most of these memories is something that stuck like glue – yes glue. Evidently “Super Glue,” wasn’t invented until the late 20th Century, as most baby boomers in my generation would’ve seen today in their lifetimes.

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Life was brittle, it was momentum for a three-year-old that was a die hard in the sake of paradise living in the prime needles of vast Oregon farmland. What more could a kid at that age get in the primes of growing up? Tons of memories and stories to tell the future grandkids the towering stories of the family heritage and the ghostly ghouls of “Bigfoot” and howling werewolf stories around the family campfire during those warm summer nights.

Living in the boonies, “the sticks” was cherished and lasting of a lifetime. I still dream of building a log cabin style ranch house with a picturesque writer’s studio and office overlooking the lower pasture of my families ranch. Perhaps someday, when the mega wins of the lottery become a dream – “The Ranch,” will get its dream house built and from its birth and upward ho in the finest needles of Douglas and Noble Firs.

A total inspiration isn’t just a gem, it’s a needle in the haystack that still needs to find its way to life and its inspirational thoughts to the writer’s heaven, i.e., the “writer’s studio,” where it takes on a life of its own.

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For the love of music


freelanceblogwriterA couple of months ago, I met a gentleman from Cottage Grove, Oregon, who was in the process of looking into getting a Cochlear Implant for his left ear, which has likely gone dormant and decommissioned, which is not allowing him to hear in that ear any longer – however, his right ear is still remains his best ear with the help of a hearing aid.

When, I got my own Cochlear Implant back in 2006-2007, I joined the Cochlear Awareness Network, which is a volunteer support network group with the Cochlear Corporation. The group helps potential Cochlear Implant Candidates hook up with experienced volunteers, who have had their own implants for quite some time and are well versed into their own Cochlear Implant journey.

Caleb is the one of the first candidates that I’ve written about in a long time in my nine years as a Cochlear Awareness Support Volunteer.

Helping others with their new found journey, is a bold new world – it’s like venturing into where, “where no man, has gone before,” as if you were a Captain of a Federation Starship looking to explore a newly discovered galaxy or planet, but you’ve never ventured to an outside galaxy or planet looking for species of Alien life.

A Cochlear Implant journey is often a brave new world of the unexpected and sometimes – the really unexpected – like it took me thirty-nine years to realize what I was actually forgetting hearing wise, every since, I lost my own hearing in my left ear in the late 1960’s, the following hear my right ear went kaput as well, leaving me with no choice to use “bionic” equipment in order to hear once again – hearing aids.

Everyone has a story to tell, including myself. But, Caleb’s story is all about the love for music – “in fact, music is his entire life.”

The great sounds of the great strings of songs and memories, he once made in the true memories of his musical playing days – his new found journey, if granted, shall once again, find the righteous tunes of life and the musical tunes he once loved played for family and friends and of course for those who shared his love for music.

Understanding his struggles, is like understanding the mechanics of an automobile engine in a vintage 1950’s Roadster completely restored to it’s prestige state – the prime vintage, as if it never left the showroom floor after all these years.

Shortly after I started writing this article about Caleb and his journey, I was informed that he was a candidate for his Cochlear Implant, which could come before or after the holidays, he said via email.

Memorial Day has a special meaning


I was looking for something to cherish this Memorial Day Weekend, but instead, something told me about this video, while searching for another video on another topic – this one stood out among them – Watch the entire video and you’ll know what it means too those who gave it their all during the days leading up to “D-DAY in Normandy, France, on June 6th, 1944.”

This young man stood tall and brave to bring the visions of those who fought for the stars and stripes and too those who gave their lives in one of the greatest epic battles of World War II has the allied forces crept along the coast of France to surprisingly catch the German Army off guard in what now is considered one of the most epic takedown’s of World War II.

Dirty old tricks, bring back new tools


Tonight, I get a phone call from a long time friend. Not really a friend, but a long time source that used to pass the greatest of times and was the greatest source of information, whenever I was in need of something prestige and prime time – that was the easy part and the worst way out of keeping my ass outta jail. The hard part – well, that’s something that is worth a thousand words without a thousand words from a much-needed photograph to spell the truth and my fall from the dignity of grace.

My only downfall was getting involved. Very involved! It was stranger than fiction, but worth the truth and the honor of living and honoring the code. I was either handed down a sentence from a far exotic location rather than leaving home and getting the job done from my very own seat of justice – it was somewhere between “the twilight zone” and the “X-Files” and somewhere between “Lost” and “Gilligan’s Island.”

I was granted some new tools of the trade  – and, I was told to use them wisely or else? As they say, I would be “dead meat” and “cantaloupe” by the time I was finished with job.

If you’ve ever seen the movie, “Ronin” with Actor Robert De Niro, you’d probably know what I’m talking about – the recruited sham and price for money was literally on target. But, it was only written for a character that would eventually elope into the twilight to make the score, drop was secured, kill the target – no matter how far and how deep they had to go to make sure their mission was the best in the record books and mere clandestine between the spotter and the ace kill from a primed sniper willing to get the job done.

It was the worth money, but it was worth the stabbing thought of killing off the most impromptu characters ever created in the history of writing and story telling – the death of the Super Hero team the Avengers and the creation of doom, not only gave the avenging marks of the prime suspect, who seems to be known well-known, if it hadn’t been for the “caped” crusader himself, Gotham City and Clark Kent’s Daily Planet may have survived the barrage of the Hulk and the incriminating insane bombardment of Marvels Comics loss of deterrent of compulsive gambling, the heroes of our time would have survived the cut and the deals they made with the insane mafia of Donald Trump and the Grand Plaza Hotel.

It had been sadly announced earlier today in a secret meeting in the writers room, that Marvel Comics will make no more of our beloved Super Heroes and with any Hollywood Studio Executive until one brainstorming demand is meet with grace and fellowship of the ring – free popcorn for all at all their movie franchises involving Marvel Comic Characters on the big screen……

Uh, waitress – extra butter please and an extreme Coke Cola with my order and the tab will be in the loyalty of Marvel Comics and their Executive Producers!

Happy April First my friends – enjoy the Popcorn and the read of the day! Hooha!