Premio Dardos Award

It always surprises me when these things pop up. Because they’re unexpected, they bring a ripple of excitement and a giddy smile.

dartsI’m honored that my little blog has captured the attention of wonderful writer C.E Robinson and encourage you to visit Before Sundown. Please take a moment to check out one of her recent posts that typifies the beauty of her words

The Premio Dardos Award recognizes cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values in the form of creative and original writing.

download (3)For me, the best part about this award is the opportunity to nominate 15 fellow bloggers that I admire for their writing ability. The worst part is only being able to pick 15. Whether they choose to accept this nomination or not isn’t a major factor; I’m happy just spreading the word. In giving you their sites, I’ve directed you to a post that particularly moved me or made me laugh. Enjoy.

Storyshucker: Stuart Perkins writes mesmerizing short stories that delve into the ordinary details of daily life. His blog is the very first I followed, and I still look forward to every post.

Fred Colton: Fred’s writing strikes me as raw and witty, brimming with male libido. I can’t pick out a favorite. Here’s a good one:

Kevin Sampsel: Kevin is a poet. His words are rich, rich, rich.

Renegade Press: Chris Nicholas is one of those powerful writers who digs deep. I loved this post

JJ Anderson’s Blog: JJ is another writer who takes on that role of witness. Rich in detail, all of the posts are worth reading. This recent one is a favorite of mine:

Heylookawriterfellow: Mike is just plain funny. One of those people with a natural knack for humor. I get a kick out of his posts:

The Task at Hand: Linda Leinen paints pictures with her words. Her writing is stunning. Read it and marvel:

Holistic Journey: Diana is the holistic wayfarer, reflecting on the human journey. Her words flow. I would love to give you a handful of posts. Here’s one:

Ocean Bream: This blog is a little gem. It was hard to pick my favorite post among the offering. This one is beautiful:

Captain’s Log: Pete Deakon offers a variety of posts in addition to his own writing. This post pulled on the heartstrings:

Just a Crazy Dreamer: Nakul Arora says he’s on a personal journey and shares his wonderings, questions, and discoveries. Check out:

On the Heath: I of July is a poet. He’s prolific and his work is sharp, often striking at the core of love, hope, and loneliness. You name it.

Boy with a Hat: Vincent writes a variety of posts from prose to poetry. This is one of my recent favorites:

Mike is Happy: Mike’s posts are a little different from those above. They’re short and hysterical. They have a place in this cultural line-up.

Rachel Being Chatty: Rachel’s posts are another dip into absurd humor. I read every one of her Deep Thoughts and start my day with a smile.

There you have it. Now that this post is up, my job is to notify everyone on the list of their nomination. Happy Writing!

… yeez wanna come to a Pajama Party?… Author Diana Peach tells yeez how the best writers do it…

I had a lot of fun guest-posting on Seumas Gallacher’s blog. He’s a entertaining character, and if you’re not already familiar with his work, I encourage you to take a peek. We had some chuckles about this post. Hope you enjoy.

Seumas Gallacher

…there’s sum’thing so bluudy refreshing about other Authors who demonstrate that wunnerful irreverence to the stereo type of how a writer is supposedto behave… Guest Scribbler today, the LUVLY Diana Peach, captures hilariously, (and so accurately), the freedom of having entire days in yer PJs… have a read and yeez’ll see what I mean:


Writing in Pajamas

When Seumas asked me if I’d be interested in pulling together a guest post, well…I couldn’t resist the opportunity to muse. I enjoy the old Jurassic’s sense of humor and will attempt to do his blog justice. Thus…Writing in Pajamas.

To me, flannel pajamas are symbolic. Whenever I get the chance, I wear them all day, and in case you were wondering, I’m pj-clad as I type this post.

In my mother’s generation, all-day pajamas indicated a mortifying degree of sloth. Pinch-lipped, gossips would roll their eyes toward heaven, conjuring images…

View original post 635 more words

Confessions of a Clueless Blogger

Map of the Internet

Map of the Internet

I’ve been posting for 3 years now, and most of you savvy bloggers might assume I learned a thing or two about this art and craft during that time. The wretched truth is, until recently, I floundered in a quagmire of cluelessness. I blogged for the sake of blogging, because someone (my publisher, probably) advised me it was mandatory. Every month, I dragged myself away from my latest writing endeavor to spend a full day laboring over a few hundred words that maybe someone would read.

Now, you have to understand that back in the olden days we had typewriters…yep. Computers existed, of course. They hummed in the secretive cellars of IBM and flashed on Captain Kirk’s console. Don’t get me wrong, there was life before cell phones, microchips, and social media, but it wasn’t wired. Social, in my day, was trespassing at the reservoir with a bonfire and keg on Saturday night and hoping the police didn’t break up the party and send us home.

Once I graduated from keg parties, I toiled in business where keeping up with technology was routine. I spent my waking hours on spreadsheets and typing with all ten fingers. After that, a switch to mental health counseling, followed by a decision to write, began a rather rapid descent into technological fossilization. The social media thing, when it reared its monstrous head, felt overwhelming. It didn’t come with instructions. I was supposed to learn it by osmosis without a teenager’s eye-rolling guidance.

robert-leighton-caveman-looking-at-a-chart-of-the-evolution-of-man-that-is-labeled-you-a-new-yorker-cartoonThen this great thing happened.

Nicholas Rossis, awesome blogger and author from the far side of the planet, read one of my books and reached out through social media.

Huh. Tiny synapses flickered in my primordial brain as I pondered this curious event. You mean…social media is supposed to be social? Yeesh. Took me long enough to figure that out.

Rossis offered advice on blogging and writing, as well as other features that intrigued me. Determined to climb the evolutionary ladder, I started following his blog ( This was a giant leap forward. Up until this point, I didn’t know how to follow blogs without provoking cryptic computer-generated warnings riddled with exclamation points.

Well, I clicked the button and nothing crashed. I dodged the chilling meltdown anticipated by the technologically primitive, and propelled by this remarkable feat, I started poking around. I discovered blogs that shared invaluable information and was swept up in the sublime words of immensely gifted writers. Who knew?

It’s been several months since my mini blogging enlightenment, and I still find the left-brain advice on how to market through social media somewhat overwhelming. I read it and tuck it away for later, content to just be me and offer you a peek inside my writing and my head.

But, I follow lots of blogs now.

I read your stories, pour over your advice, share your trepidation, laugh aloud, and hoot for your victories. I “like” often and comment when something strikes a chord. Who wouldn’t marvel at the talent out there in the blogosphere and want to be part of the vast, supportive community of writers, artists, and readers? Little by little, I’m making those connections. I found an island of solid ground in that quagmire of cluelessness, and I’m leaving a few muddy footprints behind me…finally.

Happy New Year!