Tag: Writing for personal blogs
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To The Screenscrapers
Have Some Decency It’s happening again. The viewing stats for Writing Me Up are soaring, which means the screen scrapers are back. It’s been happening every three or four weeks for the last several months. I’m not entirely sure why they’ve chosen my work, or how the process of stealing my words works, or what…
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If You Write It
They May Come writing for money without someone to read it writing for nothing Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com
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Blinking Blanking
Cursive Writing slow blinking cursor nothing at all comes to mind low cursing thinker Photo by Mizuno K on Pexels.com
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Writing Without Reason
It Makes Me Insane writing and writing but so few people reading I cannot go on Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com
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A Full Stop
Everything Ends Eventually the end is coming I am almost written up expect a full stop Photo by Nothing Ahead on Pexels.com
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The Work Of Writing
The Work Of Writing great clouds on dark skies rolling and tumbling and red always beautiful something to enjoy before the working day starts work I cannot stop work that I must do work that will earn me nothing the work of my life work that is not work work that is its own reward…
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One Hundred Days
One Hundred Days I made it. One hundred days of posts, of writing things, sometimes good, sometimes bad, most times somewhere in between, which is how most writers work as far as I can tell. A hundred days of discipline. A hundred days of no excuses. A hundred days of trying, making, doing, of keeping…
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Get Ready For The Future
These are such interesting times. In a few weeks, the world will start to emerge from the lockdown imposed in response to this first outbreak of the global coronavirus pandemic. This is what might happen. In a few weeks, we will see the beginning of the end of cash. People will have become used to…
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Nobody Even Looks
Some days you wonder why you bother. You sit and you search and you find them, these unwilling words, you creep up on them gathered there, unaware, lettering your head, an alphabet soup of nonsense, you catch them and you string them together, cage them forever in the prison of the page, juggle them up…
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