Thursday, March 26, 2015

Social Media Marketing Thought

Social media is a powerful marketing tool, but it's about engagement & connection. It is only as effective as the effort, as the amount and qualify of work you put in.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Friday, March 20, 2015


Laying upon my couch this lovely sick day, Twitter has been a dear friend (autocorrect changed "sick" to "suck"; might be something there). Yet, there's a tyranny present. I grab my tablet to look up self-publishing options (Kobo vs. Amazon). Then I came back to myself some time later, trying to remember what I was doing. Just one tweet popped up, and my mind was gone.

So, exploring those options, I struggle. Amazon has a larger audience. However, do I want to align myself with them? What are my expectations of a company? I interviewed with Amazon a few years ago, plus I did several projects with them back in the mid-90s. So clearly I find then tolerable. Yet, they are getting gargantuan, which I suggested find concerning.

Writing-wise, at this point I'm planning on assembling a collection of my poetry. It's been requested of me, and it sounds rewarding. Plus, I've been meaning to put side short-stories out, too. So I think this would be an interesting and viable channel. The main limiter of my success is time, and not getting sidetracked by the scatter of modern life. Sick-days challenge me enough without Twitter and it's kin absorbing my attention and creating suck-days.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Impressive Demonstration Of Fitness

I SO want to be able to do this:

The amount of fitness growth needed is hard to imagine. But, hey, who knows? I think it's doable, just whether I have the gumption to pull it off. Still, I find it inspiring.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

My Relationship With Seattle

I consider myself a western Washingtonian, even though Mr. Ron Rudd might not.
"If you weren’t born in Seattle or the Northwest, you’ll never be one of us."

Though born in Rhode Island, my parents were born in Washington, as were all my grandparents. My father and his mother were  born in Seattle. Next: my parents met at UW. And I was supposed to be born in Seattle, but my timetable was a bit off-kilter. The family was in Rhode Island as my father attended the War College. So, I guess if I must be disqualified from "one of us" status, I'll accept the consequences of my father's service with pride.

Deeper: why do I consider this place "home"? Well, the biggest reason was that we always called it home. Flying out to Seattle was always "going home to visit grandma" (sorry grandpa, but it was always "to visit grandma".

Lastly, this is the place we moved when my dad decided to retire from the Navy. And where I've lived the vast majority of my life here. Lastly, there's the simple fact I love it here.

Please note: I'm hardly offended by Mr. Rudd. Actually, I find him quite witty, and the piece is quite clever. It did give me pause to consider, though. Which is worth a heap of oysters, shucked by hand along the Edmonds beach: my happy place.