Tag: Blogging

Dabbling in a Drabble

~ Lenore Diane ~ 20 Comments

A blogger I follow (in the blogosphere sense, not the literal – waiting on his doorstep – sense), writes a drabble on Fridays. What is a Drabble? Well, quoting Stevil, “a drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words.” And, with every drabble Steve posts, he invites others to join in and write his/her own. He also suggests to tag the post with ‘Friday Drabble” and use the hashtag #fridaydrabble on Twitter.

I’ve always been impressed with Steve’s drabbles. First, the guy is a great writer. Second, I am amazed how someone can tell a full story with only 100 words. Because I am talkative, the ability to drabble (yes, I just made it a verb) seems inconceivable to me.

Then I took part in BlogDramadey’s BlogFestvius, which limited the posts to 144 words. Lo and behold, I was able to keep each post at 144 words. Since I was able to meet that challenge, I decided to give this drabble thing a try. Continue reading “Dabbling in a Drabble” →

The Proverbial Bridge

~ Lenore Diane ~ 19 Comments

Patti left me a comment. She wrote, “I don’t know if you “do” awards, but I have one for you on Thursday’s blog if interested.”

When I read her comment, I chuckled to myself. Who doesn’t appreciate a kind word? Who doesn’t appreciate a special nod, letting you know that what you do makes a difference in the life of someone else?

Don’t get me wrong, I am not equating a nod from a friend to curing Polio or winning the Nobel prize. However, if you are able to make someone smile, help him/her get through a rough day, or just give someone’s stress filled mind a bit of respite for a moment or two, is that not something to appreciate? Continue reading “The Proverbial Bridge” →

Realizations of a Writer

~ Lenore Diane ~ 52 Comments

Not too long ago, I came out as a writer. That is I declared myself a writer based on the facts that I write and I like to write. I let go of the belief that one need be published to hold the title of ‘writer’. Weeks later, I find myself questioning my desire to call myself a writer.

As days pass and life fills my time with things that do not include writing, I feel less like a writer. Instead, the respect I have for those devoted to writing and sharing grows.

As I work at my desk, pulling up my blog during a lull in the workload, I lack motivation. Instead, the respect I have for those motivated to write on a daily basis grows.

How does one keep up the pace?

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