Month: March 2016

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It’s A Blog’s Life

Whoa… where have I been? Living life and not stopping to take notes, that’s where. My time has been preoccupied with managing this writer’s life. I believe that the mind can take you wherever you want to be, and right now my mind is tripping.

I didn’t think that I’d get back to a place in my career again where I could turn down jobs because I was already flooded with work. This past week, I was able to negotiate a deal with one company that would guarantee me double the rate I made before getting my degree. So rather than turn down a job, I just gave myself a raise. The power of words is strong indeed.

The work that I’m flooded with is blogging for another site. It pays a lot more than blogging for this site I tell you, but one day that will change. I’m learning a lot about the blogosphere though, like the purpose of blogging, and sharing with other bloggers and asking questions and making comments. I’m also learning that capital letters and triple exclamation points are great attention grabbers. Anything with a hashtag is sure to get some shares.

The plan is working though. I’m getting my name out there again in the publishing world. I saw one of my first professional blogs up on the web today. One of the blog managers said that it was getting a lot of shares in a short span of time, and that’s good news for the team. It’s great news for me because LOUPY D is getting some action!!!

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AWP 2016, Los Angeles or Bust: A Packing List

I’m glad this conference is happening in my town!

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awpSome helpful packing advice from Brevity assistant editor Alexis Paige:

1. Combat Medic Kit.

If, like me, you suffer from both actual and imagined illnesses, you will want to be prepared in case of a blowout at the book fair, a paroxysm in panel, or (god forbid, crossing myself just in case) an embolism in flight. Make sure you pack the essentials: vitamin-C, pain reliever, prescriptions, antacids, Calamine Lotion, antiseptic, anti-diarrheals, anti-anxieties, anti-inflammatories, anti-psychotics, tourniquet, epi-pen, staple gun, and emergency flares (better safe than sorry). In case of emergency, you can find me, my kit, and my hypochondriac’s diagnostic wheel at the Brevity table in the book fair.

2. Toiletries.

Red lipstick, moustache wax, pomade, cigarettes, mouthwash, flask, sunscreen, hair brush (?).

3. Snacks.

Leftover jellybeans and Peeps (which double as action figures for book fair dioramas), cigarettes (or nicotine gum), gum (nicotine gum), energy drinks, coffee (instant…

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Blog on the run

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This is my mom y’all. She’d likely whip me if she knew that I was putting her on blast, but I’m bored and feel like writing.
I’m blessed to have her and she me. Our birthdays are a day apart and I’m her one and only baby boy. She doesn’t drive anymore. Traffic works her nerves. It works mine too, but I’ll brave it for the woman who made me.
Love your parents, especially in their twilight years. They need you like you needed them when you were young. Show them the same patience and understanding because the world has changed a lot since they were your age.