Tonight, when I opened ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ Dashboard I got wonderful news!
Twelve days before my blog’s ‘3rd Birthday’ I got my 1,000 followers which makes me very proud.
This milestone is once again an opportunity to say Thank You! Thank you to all my followers, to all people who read my posts regularly and the visitors who drop by occasionally. Thanks so much for all the re-blogs. Thank you for all your comments and thank you all for your help and your ongoing support.
Thanks to you my blogging adventure is that much fun. Thanks to you this part of my writing work is not only challenging but also a gift to me. I learned a lot, publishing all my posts. But without you, all this wouldn’t have been possible!
If I had not as many visitors and the progress on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest,’ my blogging life would not be what it is now.
Recently a writer I know talked about not getting sucked into an online argument with a stranger, “because your girl doesn’t work for free.” I was nodding in agreement.
I cut way, way back on Internet arguments and rants a few years ago. I felt like the habit could make anger or bitterness my default setting, and I didn’t want that. I didn’t see a lot of minds being changed, anyway, so I doubted whether it was really worth it. Internet arguments seemed to yield a truly miserable return on investment.
But every week, millions of writers and other creative people are working for free.
They’re putting in hours of careful thought for online arguments and lectures.
In online communities, sometimes you’ll see a truly epic argument thread. (Once I witnessed one in a “private” Facebook group, and soon after, sections of it were printed verbatim in an article in a major magazine.)
In these threads, one person posts something, and another person disagrees. Before long, some people are posting walls of text that could pass for op ed columns, while others are posting snappy insults and collecting verbal high fives for their wit.
Dozens of people may be involved in the thread. If they were getting paid, it would represent hundreds of dollars’ worth of work.
Have you checked out their biographies, or does your knowledge end at the list of books they’ve written?
Whatever the case may be, some writers have a side that very few people even know about. And it’s a pretty weird side. We’re talking about the strange habits and other quirks that some of the most famous writers have.
And we want to uncover some of them in our infographic. We’ve identified 20 famous authors who are known to have strange habits. This infographic clearly shows that sometimes it’s not only talent and outstanding work that can make people talk about writers.
Make sure to check out the infographic and you’ll surely learn something new about the listed authors you never knew before.
I have been interested in writing since I made the acquaintance of pen and paper. My first letters were really funny, and my mom still keeps them as mementoes. However, as soon as I learned how to write words, I started forming them into sentences. And do you know what my first sentence said? “I love my words”. It was written so ineptly that it looked more like “I love my weird”. When I was younger and played in a band I also started writing poems, but to be honest, prose is much easier for me and I’m doing much better focusing on exactly that. I started writing, but often left unfinished, many of my essays at school, as well as my researches at college, where I studied psychology and education. I started freelance writing when I was a student. I have never found sitting in an office appealing, and a world traveler is actually my true alter-ego. That is why freelancing was my career solution. And now, here you are, reading my tips and guidance for my favorite occupation while I am actually doing what I love all over the world.
This post was written and prepared to be published March 1, 2018. But due to the news I got on this very sad day I was editing and publishing it today.
A few years back I had an extremely hard time in my life. It was a phase where nothing turned out the way it was supposed to be according to my plan.
During this time there were so many of my friends standing by my side; not only my friends and family who had been with me for a long time, nearly all my life but also FB friends. Friends I’ve never met in my life, but only met on FB, on other social media, people I could count on and who became real trustworthy connections in the meantime. (I will get back to them in another post!)
One of these people was Katie Jenkins of Magical Designs. Through Katie, I met another amazing woman: Kelley L. Crandall, a writer, and Marketing Specialist.
They both helped me significantly through this time, were in contact with me nearly daily, supported me and gave me advice, suggestions, help, and encouragement.
Since then, Katie became the Mom of beautiful twins, congratulations, Katie! Of course, she concentrates on her family now. But whenever we’re in contact again, I’m still grateful to know her. She’s such a wonderful person!
When I started feeling better, I had been talking on the phone to Kelley, and we talked and talked like women do sometimes. At one point I told her: “I wish I had an editor for my stories, and I wish so much it could be you.” And wonderful, amazing, gold-hearted Kelley said: “I wish that too!”
That is now how I got my editor. Kelley understood the problems I was fighting with – and she understood me. She searched her way through my work, and she even liked my books, which is, in my opinion, a very important thing. (I mean, how can a person edit something if the story isn’t liked?)
Kelley was patient, encouraging and supportive; she was helpful, humorous and an amazing friend! She became a part of my heart!
Today I got the Information that Kelley has passed away. To say I’m sad would be too mild… I’m heartbroken.
Only last week we chatted and today she is no more.
I am thinking of Kelley’s husband David and her children. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I know, this blog post isn’t particularly long – but today I wanted to thank my friend from the bottom of my heart:
THANK YOU, KELLEY L. CRANDALL!
For everything you did, for your work, your heart, your understanding, and your friendship! You mean a lot to me!
I will never ever forget you, Kelley. You left your love in my Soul. I don’t want to say Goodbye… I want to say: SEE YOU!! You will be sorely missed!!
It’s been a surprisingly warm day early February when I realized I needed gas. My car was gasping for fuel, and I stopped at the gas station, doing what I always do. Stuffing my cell phone into my pocket, getting out of the car and getting ready to pump gas.
I got a bit of water and that really ugly ragged thing that’s parked at gas stations for people to clean their windshields and ran around my car to make sure I would have a clear vision as soon as I was back in my car. And I tried to be careful since that day we had important guests at the office, and I was dressed in a business suit and high heels.
That moment I realized two senior women leaning on a car two gas pumps further away, whispering and provocatively looking at me. There was no doubt; they were talking about me.
I knew I was looking quite decent, my car wasn’t as dirty as it normally is and I was doing good, so what was there to whisper about?
That moment my phone rang. I was waiting for a call and pulled my cell out of my pocket to answer the call.
While I started talking, smiling, talking some more, the gas pump ‘told me’ my tank was full. I removed the nozzle from my car, closed everything up and finished when the two ladies ran over to me, screaming and crying, their hair standing up.
My call was only short, and I smiled, said goodbye and hung up. Then I turned to the ladies. “Don’t you think it would be appropriate to keep your volume down when you see other people being on the phone? They were breathless in shock and pointed to that famous sign on the pillar next to the gas pump:
“How DARE you?” one of the ladies panted, only to burst out into visible indignation when I had a laughing fit. After recovering halfway, I finally managed to ask the ladies: “You aren’t dumb enough to still believe that fairy tale, are you?”
They could barely believe what they heard, and I finally told them: “I’m sorry, ladies. I don’t have time for the long version. But believe me: That’s crap. It’s a myth, and nobody knows where it came from. No smoking while pumping gas makes sense. But not using a cell phone? It’s a myth. I wish you a wonderful day.”
Then I took off.
And really, it IS a myth.
I’ve done my research. Years ago already the “Mythbusters” have proven that cell phones cannot produce sparks strong enough to cause a fire, not even if one was holding a cell phone right into the gas vapor.
AMTA, the Australian Mobile Telecommunications Association, launched a study by the Oklahoma EMC Center about this subject. The study was sponsored by the London Institue of Petroleum which published the results at a seminar:
There was another study, carried out between 1994 and 2005 at gas stations around the world which confirmed the myth:
Many more studies around the world show the same result:
But make no mistake! Using cell phones on gas stations is NOT completely harmless!
Further studies and expertise have clearly stated, it’s most likely the static electricity that’s the danger!
It’s not the cellphone, but static sparks created when drivers rub themselves on the car that cause most of these fires. A lot of times, the drivers talk on their phones when the spark happens, so it just looks as if the cellphone is the cause of the fire, when it’s actually irrelevant.
When you’re moving in and out of your car, you’re generating static electricity. If you feel a spark, that’s usually between 10 and 20,000 volts of static electricity—and that’s plenty strong enough to make gas fume. (Source: http://www.slate.com/blogs/business_insider/2014/10/03/cellphones_at_gas_stations_mythbusters_debunk_one_of_the_biggest_myths_in.html)
And now you might ask: What in the world does that have to do with writing? And I’ll reply: The call I got was from my new copyright lawyer. 😀
This is a special Day for each of our hearts. In my heart I carry my friends. The ones who love me unconditionally, the way I am. The ones who stick with me, always! The ones who encourage me and support me. Each one of my friends does have a special spot in my heart.
Thank you for making this world and life a wonderful adventure.