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How To Be Read

Are you sick of not being read, with your blog?

I have the answer (and it’s not a gimmick!)… now that I’m up and awake against my will because of another painful eyelid infection.  And some crap weather, not unrelated to that Nor’easter causing its whiteout/blackout in New York.   I got only four hours sleep.  Okay…before I go blind…

First, read this: Blogging—Battling Doubt.  And it’s not about doubt, per se.  It has the answer.  Or, to be accurate, part of it.  It makes a good lead.

And if you don’t want to read it, then shame on you.  Shame.

’Cause if you want to be read, then you have to read.

Actually, you should be reading anyway, ’cause that’s what blogging is much about!

You receive what you give, but often not in the exact form given.

And more shame if you still haven’t clicked on the link, ’cause I’m about to spill the secret right here, right now:

It’s all about what you do.  Blogging. Is. All. About. What. You. Do.

If all you do is complain, then congratulations, you will attract more people who will also complain, maybe even only complain and not follow your blog thing.

If you look for random followers, then congratulations, you will attract people who may not share your interests, or your timing for that matter.  That answers the question as to why you have more Follows than Likes.  I have more followers than posts, but that isn’t necessarily a good thing.  If you want more people who think like you, then you have to go out there and find them!

If all you do is sit on the loo and write posts your opinions, then you may just be… A[n] Opinionated Man.  Maybe.  J.’s one in a million.  And he’s addicted to Candy Crush Soda Saga (at the time of this writing).  Hopefully not pain meds; Chrohn’s is such a horrible disease.  I think I may just regret not following him sooner.  (Frankly, I was turned off by the seemingly oversimplified nature, “Women are Crazy.”  Only seemingly.  I have judged a book by its cover—for shame, me.)

It doesn’t matter whether you think you’re a do-er or not.  What you do will affect you anyway.

What you set your mind to and dream of will affect you.

I know I’ve had my share of why aren’t people interested! Wah!  But those times are there not for people to Like you.  No, no, those are times for you to read.  (And maybe write.)  And it works—reading; sometimes I’ve “magically” gotten responses while reading.  It’s a mystery that…really isn’t a mystery.  ’Cause if you want to be read you have to read.  If anything, space out the time you take to read your notifications by going out to read a post or two first.  Anything.  (And be sure to Like what your read if it was worth the read.)

So what are you going to do now?  Are you gonna go out there and serve those interests of your liking?  Or beyond that, add to those interests?  Are you going to do something productive that you might at first not think is productive?  Or are you gonna whine?  Are you just gonna sit on your a—… oh, that may be too specific, not to mention insensitive…just this line being left here like this may be considered insensitive too.

Have some patience.

Despite the old saying, when it comes to results, practice does not make perfect, it makes permanent (see link on next line).  And when that patience inevitably runs out, go ahead and read.  Haven’t I said it enough?  No, I haven’t said it enough: read first, ask questions later.  Quality writing requires reading, and sometimes vice versa (better vocab in writing yourself… so long as you have a good dictionary).

Feed your mind.  Seed it and things will grow.  Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia mind.

Whatever you do, Be honest and Have a sense of humor, man!

You have your own unique personality.  Complaining is not a unique trait.  Do you honestly want to waste your time doing it?

You’re here to share.  Sharing is caring, here, and that includes writing comments (for their intended purpose), not hoping to be seen.

And Follow A Opinionated Man.  He’ll keep you reading (or at least, he has kept people reading recently).

—A Sick, Coughing Man

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Recently Acquired.”

I never have the time to follow through on the Daily Prompt, though I have on occasion looked and thought about it, and even made brief, obvious answers to some.  But this time it happens to coincide with something I was meaning to say anyway.

“What’s the most important (or interesting, or unexpected) thing about blogging you know today that you didn’t know a month ago?”

Try the entire time.  The importance of reading!  I mean, how stupid could I be? 🙂


I found out in my own practice how much reading was crucial to writing, and vice versa, reading short stories in physical book form, but I didn’t apply it to blogging!

Oh, my god… Stupid.  But also stressing, and not that simple…

(To be fair (to myself), I couldn’t read much off the internet with what I had.  Hence, little else but physical reading.)

And on that train of thought, the true purpose of the Like: readability, attention to detail—the “was it worth it reading as literature, and how messy it can, and is allowed to be?”  I’ve seen a few horrible pieces of literature; I had set the bar too low; have underrated so much here.  (The Like button is also there for whether you found the piece worth it after pushing through.)

I mean, to make it about agreeing with the content before getting halfway through?  Guilty.

This is humiliating.  But necessary.  Not to make it about me, but to state and emphasize: READ FIRST, ASK QUESTIONS LATER.  Absorb, and you will improve in your own way.

A Storm to Remember, now November

It’s Movember— I mean, November, the next month.
’Better get crackin’ on manually reading those other blogs I can’t follow ’cause my reader’s swamped.  ’Good thing I stuffed a bunch of URLs into a single text file, right?  And if Homeland Security misunderstands my use of ‘dirty bomb,’ …I guess I’m screwed ’cause I can’t afford a good attorney.

What was this post supposed to be about, again?
…Oh, yeah, detailing as much as I can, the past couple of days.  Le sh*tstorm.

Oh, and Spank Material for the Clinically Insane has reached Chapter 6. Continue reading A Storm to Remember, now November

Short, Inspiring Book Review: The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

What is inspiration?

inspiration (n.): Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling and activity.

I could just leave you with the dictionary’s definition of the term, or I could tell you about an inspiring book I had just finished reading during hurricane Sandy.

(first book cover)

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh (1987) is about a “big” thinker—a college student and a son in a Jewish mafia that is introduced by another man named Arthur, last name LeComte, to a different world.  Art would rather not follow in the footsteps of his father’s money laundering business, but doesn’t know just how related everyone is in this “new world.” And his father would bring Art to tears, despite the Winnie-the-Pooh-like voice.

Told in the first-person narrative, the reader gets little more than what Art sees at any given point; the background story is painted in drips and drabs, and the developing picture uses interesting imagery to build that whole, such as the “Cloud Factory” building.

The novel also avoids being overdramatic, as the web of relationships would become a bit sinister on one end, with the only-friend and motorcyclist Cleveland Arning breaking into people’s homes, and funny on the other, where Art once uses the flip of a coin to pick whom he wants to be with when a rather non-volatile love triangle forms with Lecomte and the “destined” girlfriend, Phlox Lombardi—the nurse that wears pearls, too much makeup and long painted fingernails that she would tap when nervous.

The writing is in no way gratuitous.  Offensive language is minimal and appropriate to its characters, and its sex is told in few words, even to the point of the brief all-in-one sentence; Art would even apologize for again noting his arousal.

With funny phrases at the beginning of chapters and big transitions in a few endings, in many ways the story is both a comedy and a tragedy.  One of the big characters dies in a fall, but I won’t spoil it by telling you which.  Being the one telling the story, Art calls his own account “exaggerated.”  Add to that the story’s realism, and you’d might think that this Art Bechstein could be a real person.


Told in three summer acts: the introductions and the wanting of a better summer; growing and getting wild; and finally, the seriousness of the criminal consequences.

Published in 1988, Mysteries is 297 pages of excellent writing, and a fun read that overcomplicates nothing. Involved, I also thought of how things could have been alternatively played at some points only to find, with details not yet surfaced, such changes would instead cause harm.  The story is delicate, and maybe too good to be improved, given its limited setting.

About the Author

Award-winning Michael Chabon has written essays, teleplays/screenplays, short stories, and novels, and this would be his first.  His other novels include Wonder Boys (also made into a film), The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and co-wrote the screenplay for Spider-Man 2.  Mysteries was originally written for his U-CA Irvine master’s thesis.  His newest book, Telegraph Avenue, came out this summer.


A film adaptation was finally made in 2009, after Chabon’s failed attempt in 2000.  It stars Jon Foster as Art, Nick Nolte as Joe (the father), Mena Suvari as Phlox, Peter Sarsgaard as Cleveland, rather the bisexual combination of Cleveland and Lecomte as the gay Arthur Lecomte was completely removed in the screenplay.