As professionals we can’t sit and think, I want new readers if we are not prepared to discover new writers. Last week I read a comment on one of my Facebook groups that asked: How do we increase our readership if all the groups are filled with the same people? It is a brilliant question. Within the groups I belong, the same group of names are always there. Not that this is a bad thing as I love the writers I interact with, in these groups. But, how do we get new people to see our work, especially as Medium is not great at pushing articles forward?
Now I have the opportunity to truly concentrate on my passion. I have been suffering. Suffering in almost silence. I say almost because I’m sure the people I live with have picked up the moans and groans. Being a new mother, I put the tiredness down to having a two-year-old. All parents are tired, I know that’s the truth. The problem was the tiredness never went away. I was going to bed at eight and getting up ten hours later and I was still tired. Not a little sleepy, but bone tired. Where the very essence of you aches.
Relationships fragile as eggs One minute joy and love The next hate and sadness Why do some succeed Why do others fail
How cold it now is, tucked up in the house so warm winter held away
Five tips to attract more readers with a killer headline Writing a killer headline will help you get your blog noticed. That is what all the advice says. It is true it will. Some writers are amazing at this, I suck big time. My stats tell me that when people read my posts they like them. I just can’t get them to click on the post. So I started on a quest to read as much as I could and improve my headlines. Let’s go on this journey together, here are the five most important tricks I learnt.
When you make a life change, as I have, it is important to have a plan on how you are going to succeed in this. The first thing I did was look at the goals I was going to set myself. I then started thinking that if I could make a plan, it would be fun to have other writers on this journey with me. So here is where we start:
Her soul I know left years ago the shell remains even though I cry tears of anger and of woe Fly free my wise old owl and go A woman so brave and smart Who helped stop the UK fall apart Hitler came and tried our shore Gran stood firm and manned the store Amazing … Continue reading The Dementia of a Soul – Poetry