Share Your Work Freely

I pounded sand looking for a hole to drive deep enough to care about.  Then, I stopped.

I searched the web for a place to drop links.  Turns out there isn’t a place to do so.  It seems to me people create online communities with rules that often include an agenda, which only help the person who created the community.  Fuck that.  I even searched on Facebook for a place to drop my links from WordPress.  Nope.  Not gonna happen. Well it can- sorta. For example, I spammed Donald Trumps facebook page with my link to my short story on amazon.  His team let is stay.  But for the majority, you can’t just stumble upon a facebook page and drop your link hoping for feedback, views, or..well anything.

I started a group on facebook today.  It’s purpose is to allow creative works to be shown and supported.  Drop a link whenever you want.  I don’t care if it’s a link directly to your sales page on amazon.  Do it. I dare you.  I double dog dare you. I hope you gain sales.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/204996876504537/205073659830192/?comment_id=205083236495901&notif_t=like

For this group to work it needs to grow.  If you’re into this kind of thing drop by and say howdy.  Drop your link and let’s see what comes.

As I often say to many of my closest friends, ooga.  More likely it would be, Ooga! That’s my version of cheers and sometimes possibly a head butt.

Here’s the link to the group on Facebook.  Drop a link!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/204996876504537/205073659830192/?comment_id=205083236495901&notif_t=like

Switch – Odd Walking Thoughts

The blackout is replaced by images and some we know.  They are everything.  A man with sad eyes watches and we push back because they make us sad.  A young girl dances in a field with a yellow flower and her dress is winding around her body. There’s dust and it switches.  A boy is kneeling.  He’s holding a frog and pushing it to his ear waiting for the frog to croak. The blackness is back because we wish to not think, but we cannot, and it continues. We’re sweeping a back room.  A women smiles and she knows something and we want to know what she’s thinking.

A Beautiful Scar – Odd Walking Thoughts

The boy walked down and further yet. This ravine was deep. This ravine was a beautiful scar. A brook and then fish and more. The boy was at the bottom of the scar and opened his eyes and was gone. He looked all around and was no where. He cried for help.  No help came and he closed his eyes and asked, ‘Why?’ He heard a voice reply, ‘Why has nothing to do with it.’

Odd Walking Thoughts – Fading Footprints

We were walking and it was very cold.  You told me ‘It’s too much and we need not walk further.’  I said ‘If we stop we’ll freeze and die’. You were always the one to know. What did you know this time?  Then, I asked, ‘If my footprints were fading, along the path where we were to be saved, would you let us in?’ To which you replied ‘ I’d ask you to remember, please, what lead you to the place you now stood.’ -M. Taggart

Thank you WordPress

It’s often said that nothing in life is free.  I disagree, on many levels.  Hell, going outside in a New England blizzard, is free and enjoyable.  All one needs to do is get off the couch. WordPress is free.  WordPress has given me an unexpected creative outlet that I’m thankful for.  So, for what it’s worth, thanks WordPress. Thanks to you and to your daily post writers. Your ‘beep-boop-beep-boop’ functionality is different and fun.  And while I often write in a morbid tone, that’s not what surrounds me.