Annoying grammar errors, do these tick you off? (Video)

Blogging bloggers everywhere. Maybe I should just drink?

My Mom just looked over her shoulder, frown on her face, “I thought you were stopping 20 minutes ago?” I looked up from my laptop blinking sluggishly.

Did I say I was going to stop? I guess I did.

“Well Mom, I thought I’d write a blog about being addicting to blogging,” I replied as though I had thought about it all night, but seriously it just popped into my head.

I was at the library for four hours today. My brother, who was picking me up, texted me and asked me if I was alright. Granted my family doesn’t really understand my deep affinity for libraries. There was so much writing to do! I went home and continued. Until now…which is 1:20 a.m.  This could be a problem.

I try to comment on as many blogs as possible. I don’t want to give a number, because I have a feeling that it may be a ridiculously high number, so I don’t want to know. I try to respond as immediately as possible to social media inquiries. Trying to develop new relationships with new-to-me-bloggers, finding new places to write. Trying to get the courage to send queries to the big boys A List blogs (haven’t gotten those cojones yet, but I’ll keep you posted.)

I plan to wake up tomorrow and spend another five hours at the library, blogging, outlining future articles, writing ideas for a future book, RT, sending messages, liking things, applying for freelance positions, trying to figure out how to do this sponsorship thing, thinking about tinkering with this blog and how to start the new one. And then I’ll come back to my Mom’s and do the same thing. Again. Rinse and repeat. This is not unlike my life on the island.

I take my laptop everywhere, and when I’m spending the night at a friend’s house, I’m doing all of the above. Sometimes I feel like the writing is secondary to the rest.

A writer, who spends more time talking to people and networking than writing? Is this the what the author world is supposed to look like?

When my girl Starr Bryson the head chick in charge at The Insomniac’s Dream tells me she’s writing thirty posts, raising kids, slaying dragons and whatnot, I felt slightly unimpressive. So, I needed to slay some dragons too. Or at least lay some dragons. (what?!) We’re venturing into the land of smut, or erotica if you will. The site: Sinful Dreams. Check it out. I have a feeling it won’t be what you think.

Remember when I wrote that blog post about what is erotica? I guess I figured it out and here’s my first dalliance into it: Just One Night. If you don’t like that sort of thing, please don’t read it, get angry and send me hate mail. If you curious, check it out and tell me what you think. We’re also looking for submissions.

Then there’s the Creative Buzz Hop, which I’m doing with Michelle Liew from Muses from the Deep. This at least will get me writing once a week, and reading a bunch of posts about interesting topics. We try to tap into something that’s kind of creating a buzz around the internets/pop culture etc. Oh! This week’s topic infidelity. (Oooh…what?! smut and infidelity?!) We’ll still have a video (nothing dirty people, no worries) or quote. Maybe some questions to get you thinking about it, and our own take on the topic. I’d love for you guys to join. This Thursday…though the early birds will get to see it on Wednesday. I’ve even registered a hashtag for it on Twitter #creativebuzz.

Hello. My name is Tamara Woods. and I’m a blogging addict. I can’t help it. What about you guys? Do you find your blogging habit is getting bigger? Have you had to cut back? Can’t wait to hear what you have to say in the comments.

Aloha ya’ll!

Seriously Facebook?

You’ve heard of a #hashtag right? That’s when a pound sign is put in front of a word or phrase to make it searchable in a social media network. This is kind of the backbone of using Twitter and Google+ added that aspect to try to make them more Twitterish. (Hashtags are also used with Instagram and Tumblr, btw.)

You know how people on Facebook are always like: “Why are people using hashtags on here?! There’s no point! Stop it you’re ruining my experience for looking for memes about kitties.” Well, that is true no longer. According to ABC News within the next weeks, Facebook will be incorporating that into its design. How will this work?

Let’s say you’ve written a delightful post about Doctor Who. So you write #DoctorWho. Now, if I read your post on the Doctor and I click on his name, I’ll see other posts about the Doctor. (Which would probably keep me amused for hours, but that’s another story.)

So hashtags are here to stay on Facebook. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this change like you’ve had to get used to all the other millions of changes Facebook has made over the years.

(FYI, in the past people have their Facebook account linked to the other accounts listed that used hashtags. So, the hashtags weren’t necessarily being used for no reason.)

Aloha ya’ll!

Aloha ya’ll! Here’s the second installment of the Creative Buzz Hop with my co-host Michelle Liew from Muses from the Deep. Each Thursday, we’ll be releasing this hop just for you. We’re going to give you something for inspiration, and you just run with it. Poetry, short stories, photos, rants, chants however it sparks your fancy.

And here’s my take on it:

Her perfectly manicured french tips trailed in the gray dust
Television front had a static sky.
She cleared her throat,
Eyes darting from spilled Cheerios
Leading trail from couch to floor,
The paper,
Paper taken resident on every single space,
she pushed down the itch to throw them all away.
Away.
Ashtrays losing battle against a strong army of
butts.
Stepping over the bottles of Dew, empty pizza boxes,
Discarded dresses.
She clutched her black briefcase, walking
deeper into the trailer.
Striving to push down the panic.
Ignoring the smell of incense trying to cover
rotting food.

Regal at the head of the table,
He’d cleared a path to see her.
The green top caught the sparkle
in his eyes.
His wing was finely curled,
Midnight with a touch of blue.
lashes just so,
lips drawn to perfection,
much like the simpering smile on his face.
He nodded at the seat,
he’d cleared off for her.
She took the seat and opened her case.
Took a deep breath.
Painted on her smile.
“Well, it looks like you have made some progress in your hoarding,”she said.

Now it’s your turn! Sign up, write something creative. You have a week to link up your post and read everyone else’s. Can’t wait to read what you come up with!