I snap pictures of kids’ Star Wars T-shirts in the store and declare that I wish they came in my size. I seek out ways to startle and pester my girls. I pretend I’m the Great Brown Hope of NASCAR when I drive on the Interstate (but I never speed).
But those things don’t render me childish.
Well, not all by themselves.
My blog is quite like a kids’ book, which makes me childish.
In this post, I’ll outline the top three ways it is. Then I’ll tell you about three books I’ve dug up from the shelf to read in 2015. My boss gave us an assignment over the break – read something. Read anything. This is tough. Who has enough time?
My blog could be so much better if I could just find the time to reciprocate the reading love so many magnificent bloggers give me here.
But, I can’t. I’ll look back on posts from a few months ago and read engaging comments from talented writers and think, “where has she been?” And all it takes is a visit to her blog or an invite to the 6 Words, and we’re rekindled – for a while.
They’re a study in how talented writers and giving souls venture to your blog and add value. They read and listen and come back, even if you can’t do the same all the time for them. That’s why their comments are taller than a Dagwood sandwich.
So here’s part one.
How My Blog is Like a Kids’ Book
Stormtroopers and quotes
The first image I found, of stormtroopers scaling a toilet paper roll, hooked me. There are enough on photopin.com to sustain my habit.
Quotes are words with extra cheese. Quotes in graphics are like extra cheese, butter crust and a place to put your feet up. With quotescover.com, they even become pinnable.
I add them to the bottom of every post. You know those kids books with a ladybug or tiny dinosaur on every page? My girls loved to search for them.
I hope my readers know they’re home when the stormtroopers and a Beau Bridges quotes load on their screens.
That focused look a kid gets, mouth agape when you’re into both an alluring book?
We grownups read at the eighth- or ninth-grade level, studies show. Read at a high school level, and you could be a physicist, sadistic villain or even the Broncos offensive coordinator. I love Ernest Hemingway’s work. It’s concise but not robotic. It’s descriptive but not flowery.
It knows when to say when like a small stack of cookies or reasonable binge on vintage Malcolm in the Middle. It’s how I aspire to write.
I use the Hemingway app on every post. (It says this post reads at a Grade 5 level).
I aim for short graphs and ample art. Oh yeah, and a tone closer to Hemingway’s short stories and further from the latest Facebook user’s agreement. Blog reading should never become laborious.
Three books I’ll sneak in for 2015
Beach Music, by Pat Conroy
The Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemingway
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, John Berendt