In a nutshell, Adam Elliot’s writing is perfection, each word so carefully chosen, so right.  Elliot’s words bring explanation and offer understanding to those things, both spoken and unspoken, in life which can’t be explained with words. In this relation there is

The life of this book has its ups and downs, it is not an overly emotional or exaggerated life. It changes

I’m the kind of writer that loves visual inspiration.  I’ve found that most writers are.  Art forms can also offer a nice break, and a revitalization of the right brain and emotional aspect of writing.

Having a specific niche and a niche name for yourself on “tumblr.” is helpful, especially if you plan on having

Film still from stop film animation short Madame Tutli-Putli

This stop-film short story animation stopped me in my tracks (no pun intended, you’ll see what I mean). Madame Tutli-Putli, while indeed a bit  strange, plays on the darker side of the inner psychy making this animated short most curious and truthful.  There is something quite inspiring and strong about certain films like these that I do happen to come across, where actions speak louder than words, the same as a piece of writing should.

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This next post about personal blogging ties right in with Earth Month. (Yay!  A whole month!  It’s about time.)  How does personal blogging tie in with Earth Month?  Because the man who prompted this article has dedicated his life to a better Earth.

Glenn Fay from Love Earth Always, has just revamped his entire website.  It is, in a word, phenomenal.  I love it to pieces.  It is professional, easy to navigate, is filled with pertinent information and content that is important to everyone in the world.  Yes, it’s about our environment, and Glenn has constructed a site that helps all of us help ourselves and each other, one step at a time. 

Part of Glenn’s mission is to add a personal flare.  One of the ways he does this is by the inclusion of a personal blog that is Green centered. Question is, how do you write a personal blog, include personal information, and keep your and your friends’ and family’s privacy at the same time?  Glen e-mailed me the following in hope that I could help:

by Nancy Hinchliff

I remember the day she left the hospital I looked all over for her. When I came to pick her up she was gone, later she said I never came to pick her up and that’s why she left with a group of strangers…can’t remember who they were or how I found the house where they took her. But the street was wide and there were steps up to the front door. I can’t shake that anxious feeling I have it now I had it then fear…fear of rejection. They stood behind the screen door and told me she wasn’t there. I knew they lied. It happened so long ago that some of it is very vague and keeps fading in and out of my memory. I close my eyes and see the house like a colorless photo taken through a dusty lens.

At night I dream of that day over and over. She is riding

by AIDY

Well it is another day and another forgotten memory, the same thoughts I have every morning for as long as I can remember. I realized after the many years I spent trying to fit in, trying to be everything to everyone; I can never remember the fine details. Only remembering that things never turn out quite the way I thought they should. I get frustrated when I attempt to conjure these lost memories as I look at the crinkles on my forehead making me look old. My trial and error moments equal forgotten memories.