7 helpful questions for blog post writers

“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.
Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.” William Faulkner

Before you hit Publish, are you satisfied with your post?

Don’t many of us write extemporaneous posts? Sometimes I simply sit down at the keyboard and plunk away at a thought or a prompt from reading other posts. When I read the published version, I often regret putting it out there. I often discover flagrant faux pas or glaring grammar goofs. Cringing at my carelessness, I sometimes resort to editing it and re-publishing. (Keep in mind, I’m a former reporter and editor and got paid to write. My stuff had to be good. Old habits, you know.)

Are you ever dissatisfied with a post you’re about to share with the world? Try asking yourself these 7 questions I ask myself when I proofread my posts. You might want to consider them to improve your posts.

  1. Is your heading too long?
    A reasonable length is 6 to 8 words. As we’ve said before in this space, many readers don’t read past your heading. If you don’t entice them with those 6-8 words, you might lose them before they get to your opening sentence.
  2. Did you proofread your text?
    That’s a cardinal rule for me. It ought to be for all of you as well. My dingbat blogging buddy, Suze, will disagree. She spends most of her time at the home staring into space and playing bingo when she’s not blogging.
  3. Did you put yourself in my readers’ place?
    What will your audience gain from reading your post?  Who are you writing for? Yourself or your readers?
  4. Did you use “you” often? Writing for that second person pronoun, draws readers in and helps them think you’re writing to them.
  5. Can you use “how to’s” or lists or  numbers.
    Readers love lists. Use them if you can.
  6. Did you ask for feedback?
    Do you want to know what your readers thought about your post? They’ll think you’re really interested in their opinions and comments.  People love to connect with other people. I often use the hashtag #feedback when I post on the BMU.  And I sometimes ask readers directly, “What do you think?” Or, “I’d like to get your feedback on this topic (idea, post).”
  7. Is your purpose for writing clear?
    Will your readers “get it”?   Will they perceive your intent for writing your post? Do you get it yourself?

Well, there they are. Seven questions I ask (and answer) myself so I’ll be satisfied with my post once it’s published. Hope you’ll try these out yourself. You may be pleasantly surprised how your writing may improve when you ask and answer them.

Do you have questions you ask yourself while you’re writing to make it better? I’d love to hear from you. How do your questions help you improve your posts.

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#yesterdaybest Day late but not…

#yesterdaybest Day late but not a dollar short. My neighbor came over and for no reason besides his “being bored” started to weed my veggie garden. Turned a horrible job into fun through sharing stories of childhood.

My dear co-bloggers,

Good morning.”“RESISTANCE AGAINST ROWLATT ACT”-30/3/1919″ is today’s post in ENVIUS THOUGHTS in https://nvsr.wordpress.com for your kind read and response.
With regards,
Yours
N V Subbaraman

No one was sad to see him die, except me.

He was known for being a hardcore criminal murder, rape were his specialities. The whole community was afraid of him his last victim was a family man he had brutally murdered after he had raped and sold his niece. His eyes were cold and vacant.

The day I met him I was 15 years old and had just lost my parents. My extended family told me there was no money to take care of me. All my uncles and aunts told me about the amount of debt they had and how impossible it was to accommodate me on their homes. One of my aunts told she knew a family looking for help. I will have to help with the house chores after school. Everyone agreed that’s best for me. The next day we headed to the city.

My aunt take s me into a beautiful house with high fences and 2 security guards carrying large guns. She tells me this will be my new home. Before long we are joined by a tall, dark heavily bearded man with blank eyes. He stares directly at me without blinking. I avert my eyes so I don’t appear rude. I didn’t realize until then that I had made a deal with the devil.

As soon as my aunt leaves, I am shown my room which is pretty with expensive furniture. The room reminds me of a candy shop. He tells me I will be good for the job, he trusts me. At dinner I meet other girls my age and we converse about school, oddly none of them make eye contact when they speak. They are wearing expensive clothes the kind I only see in magazines.

After dinner the girls disappear into their bedrooms and I am left alone with him. He moves closer and sits on the chair close to mine. He tells me I am beautiful and that he wants to show me something. He leads me back to my room and locks the door behind us. He starts undressing me gently, button by button. He looks at my naked body and asks me to undress him. Uncomfortably I do as I am told. I don’t really remember the whole think but I know it was painful and his thing hurt me so much I bled. This happened for many years until the day I was walking towards him at the alter to marry him. That was the happiest day I had ever been but also the saddest.

Walking towards him at the alter everything slowed down as he was smiling at me with that gorgeous smile. Suddenly I heard a loud bang and knew immediately what that sound was. The man I was walking towards dropped to the ground and his white shirt turned red as blood splattered everywhere. My flowers, the alter, the priest bloody!! I ran towards him screaming, when I got to him blood was oozing from his nose. I looked at the back to see my aunt standing there with a gun. At that moment, I knew…

Love writing on the BMU

The BMU (Blogging Meetup) has always offered a venue for all kinds of writing on all kinds of topics. You can find amateur, beginning writers as well as published professional writers. Because we have so many interests, it’s easy for any writer to search and discover fellow writers of the same ilk with the same interests.

An interesting genre for me is the diary/journal crowd.  They write, they say, mostly for themselves. They just like to sit at the keyboard and have fun just getting their thoughts down on paper. For those not-so-serious writers it’s always fun to see something they’ve written published.

I’ve run across a few writers who have been liberated from an agonizing, some times violent past. The BMU offers the space and the grace to chronicle, many times for the first time, their journey. It’s a blessing to me to read their successes, and the new freedom they must feel. Their stories are often heartbreaking and agonizing to read. But those heartbreaks make their successes that much sweeter. Just writing down their experiences and their pain exemplifies uncommon courage.

The BMU often attracts new writers who have heard from friends, “You should write a book.” Those newbies come to the BMU to test the waters, get some writing experience and seek some advice from other writers.

Encouraging other writers blesses me.  I think we all should support as many writers as we read here. You will never know how something you say might encourage or impact another writer. Those of us who’ve been writing for years learned early on how precious positive feedback becomes.  Positive feedback motivates us all. We could all use more “likes” and “comments” on our posts. And the BMU is the perfect place to hand out more at-a-boys

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This Tuesday’s Tale: In Sickness and in Health

I particularly like the following words used to define “vow”-promise, bond, commitment. 

I read all too often about people giving up their pets or simply abandoning them if they get sick. There are certain situations where someone just simply can not afford the care an ill pet may need. Bu then again, would we deny a human the right to medical care even if we couldn’t afford it? I am not judging, I know some people who truly love their pets have had to make some tough decisions. I am mostly talking about those who do not find an animal worthy of medical care, the cost, the time, or the “inconvenience”.

Isn’t a pet a family member? Wouldn’t you do everything you could for a family member if they were ill?

Read the full post here.

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My dear co-bloggers,

Good morning.”HAPPY UGADHI TO YOU!” is in ENVIUS THOUGHTS today in https://nvsr.wordpress.com for your kind read and comment. Thanks.
With regards.
Yours
N V Subbaraman

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