Fandango’s Friday Flashback — June 14

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. I’ve had this blog for two years, so I have only 2017 and 2018 to draw from.

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer followers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 7th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

It would be great if everyone who reads this post would scroll down to the comments and check out the posts that others provide links to.

I originally posted this one on June 14, 2018. It was written in response to my own FOWC with Fandango prompt, “debonair.”

You’re Not Like He Is

84985561-1D78-4E26-8924-FCA3DBB37743You’re not debonair like he is.

You’re not sophisticated like he is.

You’re not suave like he is.

You’re not dashing like he is.

You’re not classy like he is.

You’re not elegant like he is.

You’re not gallant like he his.

That’s why I love you and not him.

Image credit: Eric Scales at

Weekend Writing Prompt — Who Are You?

4158A779-43B2-474D-96A4-F57DC4E8BCF2You are mercurial.

It’s something I love about you.

It’s something I hate about you.

I love your almost unbridled passion for life.

I hate that your passion is so unbridled.

Who are you going to be today?


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “mercurial” in exactly 38 words. Image credit: The New Yorker, Multiplism by Victor Victori.jpg

Twittering Tales — The Letters

57EC81B1-96E3-4D91-97F5-55F413B946D4“Here!” she said, dropping the bundle of letters on his desk. “Keep them or toss them. It doesn’t matter to me. Everything you wrote in them is bullshit. You said you loved me, begged me to wait for you. I did. But you’re not the same man you were when you wrote these. Goodbye.”

(279 characters)

Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Suzy Hazelwood at

M is for Monetize

FA498330-24D7-4C45-969D-3286237640C7You love blogging, right? You put a lot of time, effort, and energy into your blog, and you’re proud of it. I bet you’ve even said to yourself at some point, “How cool would it be if I could make boatloads of money from my blog?” I know I have.

A lot of bloggers dream about being able to quit their day jobs and to make enough money blogging to live on. But the hard truth is most of the millions of bloggers today don’t make enough to support themselves just with their blogs. One survey I came across indicated that, of those who attempt to monetize their blogs (i.e., make money blogging), 81% never make even $100 from blogging. And the vast majority of bloggers who try make just pennies per day.CDB8DF21-34C8-4870-874D-A6225DFACDFAThere are schemes that people use to try to make money blogging. There are ads, or click bait, where you can make small change if people who read your posts click on ads that appear on them.

There is “affiliate marketing,” where you can earn a commission on a sale when your readers buy products or services companies.

If you have a specific niche or expertise, you can offer courses or coaching for which you can charge fees.

You can sign up for subscription services like Patreon, where you can offer memberships for “patrons” to gain access to your creative content.

Or you can be like me, someone who blogs because he loves blogging and has no interest whatsoever in trying to monetize his blog.

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Weekend Writing Prompt — Market Love

E7273C02-D1EB-4ED1-BD9A-661C626E391CPeter Piper picked a peck of peppers. He pickled his peppers, put them in jars, and took his pickled peppers to the seashore to sell them at market.

Sally was at the seashore searching for seashells. When she collected enough, Sally took her seashells to sell them at market.

Peter and Sally fell in love at the seashore market.

(59 words)

9C096BFB-84EE-4CF7-BB8D-1D9661BB8BEB Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “seashore” in exactly 59 words.