Yesterday I posted on The Aroma of Gasoline In the Morning. If you don’t recall that title…it’s for a very good reason. I didn’t have one! I was checking this site this morning and noticed there were a lot of views on my post from yesterday. So I thought that was pretty special…always nice when people check in and see what’s happening. Then I noticed the number on the post. What?
I’m sure all of you will agree that a title is a pretty special thing on a story. Without a title…well, you don’t know where you are going. If you write a story of any kind, or even a report, a title is good. You may even be able to get by without a cover. Your marketing may become even more difficult, but you could swing it. But a title…you need one.
A title becomes intriguing, makes you want to investigate further. Whatever your content is on your report, magazine article, or novel…you want to give the reader a clue.
So thanks to all that checked out the post yesterday, and a very special thanks to everyone that actually read it to see what it was about! One reader had asked if I was promoting people sniffing gasoline early in the morning. Uh, no, probably not a good idea. But as I replied, it has always had a strange fascination for me. Not entirely bad, but not great either. I wouldn’t want a perfume with notes of gasoline in it! Have a great Tuesday!
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Once Upon a Time...there was this crazy woman that wanted to share her life with others. THAT'S what my five children would say. In reality I'm persistent, a little OCD, (not diagnosed, again, what my family would tell people), stubborn and probably bossy. I don't really prefer that last moniker, but I do think that MY way is usually the best way! Cuddly, loving and patient, probably not the best adjectives in my description, but God is still working on me! I've been married for thirty-two years. The wrinkled, gray-haired people that need to lose a few pounds are NOT the same people that wed all those years ago. I don't know when they arrived. But they produced five wonderful children. Three daughters are married to equally wonderful young men, our son is waiting for that special girl and our youngest is still at home. She will be the one to care for us in our old age. Having your last baby at forty sets you up for cutting up your child's meat while receiving the senior discount. Our fifth grandchild has arrived and we are looking forward to many more. We have moved many times over the years, giving me lots of opportunities to fix-up, inside and out. But my concrete laying days are over and I'm very excited to be writing books. I now have five books in print with five more in the works. You may keep up with me here, on my Amazon author page or through my Facebook group page and author page. I don't have all the answers, but I promise to be open and real. No candy-coating here! Thank you for reading this far. You receive a gold star! ;)
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