Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right.

You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the “New Post” button, and tell us why you’re here.

Why do this?

  • Because it gives new readers context. What are you about? Why should they read your blog?
  • Because it will help you focus you own ideas about your blog and what you’d like to do with it.

The post can be short or long, a personal intro to your life or a bloggy mission statement, a manifesto for the future or a simple outline of your the types of things you hope to publish.

To help you get started, here are a few questions:

  • Why are you blogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal?
  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?
  • Who would you love to connect with via your blog?
  • If you blog successfully throughout the next year, what would you hope to have accomplished?

You’re not locked into any of this; one of the wonderful things about blogs is how they constantly evolve as we learn, grow, and interact with one another — but it’s good to know where and why you started, and articulating your goals may just give you a few other post ideas.

Can’t think how to get started? Just write the first thing that pops into your head. Anne Lamott, author of a book on writing we love, says that you need to give yourself permission to write a “crappy first draft”. Anne makes a great point — just start writing, and worry about editing it later.

When you’re ready to publish, give your post three to five tags that describe your blog’s focus — writing, photography, fiction, parenting, food, cars, movies, sports, whatever. These tags will help others who care about your topics find you in the Reader. Make sure one of the tags is “zerotohero,” so other new bloggers can find you, too.

 

Because Xanga does not change the time for me, I am writing this about noon-ish on Thursday.  Last night’s entry was actually during the evening on Wednesday for me. 
Anyway.

I saw porpoises, dancing above the crystal waters, arching their backs high towards the sun as they dove back underneath.  I have seen schools of zebra fish darting among a wrecked tomb called the U.S.S. Arizona.  I have felt the wind whip my hair around my face, my skirt billowing long in the wind, as I stand a ship plowing through fertile waters.  I have seen trees, laden with mangos and bananas and coconuts, and the lava casts of ancient trees.  I awake to the taste of sea salt on my browned skin.  

And I trust, too.

 

We are on our way to Micronesia.  Actually there was a medical emergency on the ship as we were leaving Nawiliwili, so we had to turn around and speed back. 

Yes.

Soon we will be in Fanning Island(okay, two days’ journey) which is quite near the equator.  I am very pleased with God creating the equator.  I think this is a wise move on His part.   It is about 1000 miles south of Hawaii, and the main reason we go there is because US law prohibits foreign ships from going between U.S. ports without at least one stop in a foreign country.  This is an archaic law dating back a hundred years’ when the U.S. was concerned about Canadian ship encroachment in the great lakes, which makes little sense to me.  Why anyone would want to even be near the Great Lakes is beyond my comprehension…in fact, the other night I dreamt I was moving to Oahu and, instead, somehow wound up living in an apartment in Flint, Michigan.  Flint, Michigan, is not at all like Hawaii–in case you were wondering.  I have seen both, and I much prefer Waikiki to Flint.

 

 

 

my daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.

***

and I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words.

***

a child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
There is no either/or.
However.

***

I return to the story
of the woman caught in war
& in labor, her thighs tied
together by the enemy
so she could not give birth.
Ancestress: the burning witch,
her mouth covered by leather
to strangle words.

A word after a word
after a word is power.

***

At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.

***

This is a metaphor

***
How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first,
your first naming, your first name,
your first word.

Also, I have now completed my application for the University of Hawaii–Hilo.  If accepted, I will be finishing my master’s in counseling psychology.

Nice knowing all of you. Come visit me and Johnny Walker Red on the beach.

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