More congratulations to Alexandra, Gloria and Prenin on their winning copies of Emma McClain’s Poems from Still Waters Running Deep. If you have not already, check out this week’s contest. Over there, in the right side bar. ===>
The mega entry is for offering your book up for the M3 Readers. It nets you 25 chances at a free book. And I am going to autograph it for you.
To help hold myself accountable for staying on schedule, I am looking to release my next book in six weeks. Mantra for a Muse is filled with some of the poetry you have seen on M3, some which only recently resurfaced to the light of day and some which will never come to M3.
Much like the topics on M3, MFM is an eclectic mix of rhyme, rhythm and song spanning topics from aging to stupid to death. Yes, there are laughs and tears and quite a bit of head scratching.
How about the monthly goals report?
- Posts: 570
- New email followers: 17
- Total unique visitors this year: 24,100
- Internationality: 149 countries
- Comments: Over 14,750 of 15,000!!
- Words: 479,377 of 1,000,000
- Visits: 97,470 of 150,000
Some goals are low, but the international gains have been huge. The American audience will not be over 50% of the M3 Readers at the rate we are going. M3 is translated into more than 30 languages, compliments of Google Translate, and is found through more than 20 Google international search engines.
We will shatter the yearly goal for comments in just a few weeks! However, unless I come up with something brilliant you are willing to share, the total hit goal will be a wash.
If you have been following along with the count meter in the right side bar (the angry red numbers), you can see the total hits are well over 300,000. The more moderate reporting is for real visitors (people who stay on the landing page more than 5 seconds), although the hit counter does not count anyone who comes from certain social media…because the developers of WP plugins think sites like G+, Chime.In, Linked.In, Scoop.It and many other social media outlets are spam.
By cross-referencing my counters, the most conservative number I have for legitimate hits is currently just under 121,250. I hate to have to use an algorithm to arrive at my stats, since it smacks of me putting my thumb on the scale…even if I know of the deficiencies of the counters I am using.
Do you know someone who would like to bask in the spotlight? I am looking for some authors to help me fill September! Reach out to your writerly friends and offer them the chance at an interview to promote their books!
I am going to take off a week…soon. This will be a real hiatus. Yes, that means no blogging. No writing. No working. No laptop. No BlackBerry. That kind of week off. If you would like to do a guest post for my week off, step into the inbox. I will hold off the crazies.
Right Turn, Clyde!
Considering the spotlight for this week and the MAD post, time management has cropped up again in the comments as a proposed topic. The M3 Readers have always steered the posts around here, to the point I have thrown out more than 40,000 words because the comments took the conversation in a totally different direction than the one I had planned.
Rather than embark on a new series on time (especially given the fabulousness of the last one), Clyde thought a good compromise would be to highjack the SEP. In all honesty, it is what the SEP is for, after all: How M3 influences my life and how my life influences M3.
Over the last two weeks, there were a few of you who noticed my absences. With the extensive amount of connectivity I have, when I am MIA, the APB does not go out immediately. My buffer got all the way to zero, and not just on Friday when I pen the Follies. My flesh and blood life was a veritable fire ant nest. (Hold onto that image. We will need it in a moment.)
In the flesh and blood world, I have had my hands full with a molestation of a juvenile, a (failed) relocation, a nasty divorce, a handful of dysfunctional family relationships, terrible health news, careers on the skids (or life support) and other ancillary issues associated with such atrocities. I admitted to a fellow blogger I was prone to want to give someone a massage.
And a cheese grater.
And a bed of fire ants. (Please reinsert image here.)
To say I am not willing to wish physical harm on people to get their undivided attention would be disingenuous. While my preferred wish will always be arson, at times, the idea of more natural solutions (like ants) is more the method of MAD which fits the bill. Remember what the Genie in Aladdin said?
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. (Thank you, Einstein.)
So, how is it when the whole world has spun hopelessly out of control is it feasible to get dressed, go to work, play on social media, eat dinner, watch television, go to bed and pretend nothing is amiss?
We all know to hold in stress and trauma allows it to chew up our emotions, self-esteem and soul, like a bed of ants. (Reinsert image here.) What are we really doing when we continue on the path as though doing what we have always done will miraculously win over the inane protocols, bureaucratic red tape, closed minds and hard hearts of those who do us wrong?
When we refuse to stand up for ourselves and our rights and our own well-being (physical and mental), we are doing nothing. We are tacitly agreeing with whatever is being heaped on our heads. We are endorsing the bad behavior of others.
We see abuse happening. We know it happens as bad or worse when we cannot see it. Others abuse us: our good nature, our kindness, our charity, our integrity. We abuse ourselves, day after day, physically and mentally. We go blithely on our way as though the abuser (even when it is us) will come to some kind of epiphany and independently decide to cease and desist.
We go to work into dangerous situations with ill- or unkempt, outdated equipment. We need help, but our requests for it are denied or deflected. We see malfeasance and nonfeasance rewarded. We go blithely to work each day and continue to keep our noses to the grind stone as though safer situations will emerge spontaneously and abusers will turn from their ways.
We engage people who are vile, malicious, spiteful, vulgar, criminal, amoral (perhaps, even sociopathic), abusive, inconsiderate, inconvenient, clingy and taxing. We excuse this bad behavior because we have similar genetic material to theirs. We blithely subject ourselves to their vitriol and condemnation as though our tolerance will be the shining example to turn them from their detestable ways.
Are you tired of being insane?
Insanity is a full time profession. It takes a massive amount of time, energy and emotional capital to beat one’s head against a rock. The rock, on the other hand, is spending a total of zero energy to lie there, unperturbed.
Pick Axe & Hammer
End the vicious time suck of insanity by trying something different. Even if what you attempt is wrong, it is better than where you now stand. How can I know that?
If you are wrong, you now know two ways which will not break the rock. If the hammer does not work, grab the pick axe. Picking up an equalizer is not dirty pool: It is leveling the playing field.
When the rock does not break, at least it is moved. When the stone is chipped, it may well know you are searching for a better implement. Even the slightest nick shows you the chance of breaking it. Long odds are better than the odds of nothing.
Not every situation will break into uniform pieces which you can use to make a beautiful memorial garden. There will be big chunks and powder. There will be a dent in the ground. Your tool will be marred. Is it worth it?
Until next time,
I rarely ask you to do this, but I feel it is important tonight. This SEP is heavily linked to topics we have covered with viable help in each area. If you feel you disagree with an area, take a moment to learn a little more how these solutions came to emerge.
Has insanity caused you emotional bankruptcy? Are you willing to stop being insane? Will you help someone else to stop being insane? Is there something in your life you will stand up to and break the cycle?