Why you need to network at conferences

Great advice here!

The Annual Bloggers Bash

Networking at the Annual Bloggers BashI’m going to take a minute to move away from the awards and the nominations and talk blog business.

Who out there would like to blog or write full-time?

Cause here’s the thing, with the exception of paid advertising, most marketing and business activities you do aren’t directly measureable. That’s a problem if you’re a blogger, author or writer trying to build a business and ‘go full-time.’

How can you tell if what you’re doing is effective? I guess that’s hard or maybe impossible.

Does that mean you shouldn’t do those activities? That you should side line networking for the sake of measureable impacts?

No, no it does not.

Why?

Because networking has been THE single most effective tactic I’ve used in my career to date. I make a point to attend as many conferences as I can. I regularly attend the Annual Bloggers Bash, the London Book Fair, 20…

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Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 209

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“It’s not how we fall, its how we get back up again.”

Patrick Ness

Thanks Spidey.

Apt.

Okay, so I’ve had a bit of a week of it.

Things going down that have almost knocked me sideways, in professional, writing and personal life.

I won’t dwell on them though.

I will learn from them.

And I will get back up, be a better version of me as a result.

So… tell me, how do you handle situations that knock you for six?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

Stream Of Consciousness Saturday – #SoCS 2/16

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!

There was a smart man from Lawn
Over whom, the ladies would fawn
But his wife confessed
She was not impressed
And quietly stifled a yawn

You she, she had spent three years
Perfecting her claps and her cheers
For his rote learned tricks
That impressed all the chicks
But bored her simply to tears

Still, she had to pay him his due
Because from him it was through
That she lived like a dame
And his fortune and fame
Came from tricking them all, old and new

The women would come from miles
To be flattered by his comments and smiles
And if they wanted to pay
Who was she to say
She just gathered the coins into piles

To them she was just the maid
Dressed rather plainly and staid
But she knew the score
He loved her more
Of losing him, she wasn't afraid

You see, our young man from Lawn
Was simply his cunning wife's pawn
When he'd made enough money
She'd gather his 'honey'
And one day she'd simply be 'gorn'

Ritu 2019

(gorn - gone - artistic licence!)


February 14: Flash Fiction Challenge – Valentines

Charli’s Carrot Ranch prompt this week:

February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!

 Valentine’s Day


For her, every day was Valentine’s day.
No, seriously, it wasn’t all about the mushy hearts and flowers rubbish that the rest of the world immersed themselves with on February 14th.
Valentine was a very demanding man.
He expected to be waited on hand and foot constantly, by his wife.
Sheila was forever in the kitchen, cooking up delights, or serving drinks, laundering clothes, physical needs: basically anything that he demanded, she fulfilled.
But this year he was in for a surprise.
This Valentines day, Sheila was walking out of that house, and reclaiming her life finally.
Self care.

Ritu 2019

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Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:


“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good.” The Nina Simone lyrics played in Sophie’s head as she stared out over the cliff.

Peter looked over at her, smiled, and placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

Sophie returned the smile, snuggling into his body.

It had been a fraught two years, from the severe heart attack, through the treatment and discovery that a simple bypass wouldn’t be enough to now.

The heart they thought wouldn’t be strong enough to beat for her had finally been replaced via transplant, and she had been given a very positive prognosis for the future.

Her rock, Peter, had arranged for this recuperation break away and the idyllic setting was perfect. She had been given a new chance at life and she wasn’t going to waste it on regrets, false friends or regrets, but her mind wandered to the one person she would have loved to share her new start with.

Jill.

Her best friend since childhood. They had done everything together and would have done anything for each other.

And Jill had given the ultimate sacrifice.

A tragic car accident claimed her life, and yet, even after her death, she had thought of her friend, gifting her own heart to her.

Sophie raised an imaginary glass up to the sky, tipped it heavenwards, and whispered, “Cheers Jill. I love you.”

She squeezed Peter’s arm. “It’s getting cold. I think we should head back,” and they turned slowly, making their way back towards their lodge.

#writephoto

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