a bloggers tip [ soon to be revised]

When you are into blogging like a true and experienced author, you must first ask yourself whether you truly are willing to sacrfifice your truly good social life. The master blogger is a guru whose social life extends to that of the night butterflies crashing on his screen as a hello. But still, if your mind is set and you decide you want to use the force of blog, then here it is:

Be epic in your start. Who cares if this day you went there, or did that bla bla bla...Be powerful.Be moving.Inspire the other to read your article with impatience.Even in the news they stopped being realistic and pragmatical.It doesn't sell, people want drama.Drama is a Greek word-and also a city in the north which could be close to that description-so i know.I am Greek.I have to want the marbles of Parthenon back, shout that Macedonia is Greece and be vulgar to Albanians and Turks.So do they.

So back to our subject.Epic: instead of saying :
Today i went out and the day was nice, but it smelled like crap cause the garbage man parked in front of the house [bla bla bla i will sleep].

try:
The day was upon me when i stepped out into the noisy street. The light fragrance of autumn filled my nostrils, along with the mixed flavors of banana, rotten egg and tuna from Mrs Parkmans garbage being thrown into the iron bowels of the garbage disposal unit. spices up things.

then you usually continue with:
I made something to eat which was crap +ate this and then I went out and met my friends and there was this amazing club which played wonderful music but there was a big sized jerk at the door who didn't let us in.

so to put it in another way:
my tongue vibrated on the taste of a remarkable recipe i uncovered, which evolved through the art of improvisation to a delightful dinner, followed by an exit to uncover the recipe of the night life of this city with it as a main course, the people as ingredients and my friends and me as the spices to an eventful evening. However the requirements for this stew to enter the oven where merely salt and no spices what so ever, as was reminded to us by the overgrown chef of the club who graciously hid behind brutal words, a costume and an overgrown muscular system.

you will proceed with:
i talked to this girl who is so beautiful and who i really like and try to get her interested in me but most probably she is not interested in that way she is somewhere deep and doesn't come out.

replaced by
There are moments where your sight come across something so familiarly and yet so foreignly beautiful to you. There are moments where all this beauty rushes into every image on your head, that you want to shout so loud so that it escapes in the world free; yet you simply talk, afraid to break this fragile moment with anything louder than a whisper. And out of everything to do, you talk to that creature so that a tide of of words fill and swirls in your mouth. Then you swallow them, just to leave one survive and hope this will be your Ithaca. This will speak for everything you keep to yourself and though it bounces of her sealed lips, you patiently await that echo in her open mouth. Then words will fall like a sunshine on your face rather than a pouring rain-kind of like when you talk to the adorable old lady of the 2nd floor with her increased fluidic production which always gets magnetized by your face...Then you wait a word, a touch even if so distant, but all falls to a great void that the answer that comes out is lost in translation...


[ the writer of the article above was charged as being over sentimental, which resulted in a regrettable amount of fine to cover, so we will try to refrain from using overly open expression from this point and be forced to lobotomize this partner.]



so you will usually end with:
And i had a great time, although there is a part of me missing something. Still tomorrow i think i will go to out and maybe forget about it. I like going out cause the weather is nice these days, although there is much pollution and traffic.

with:
It was a wonderful day still as i seek that which eludes me and which causes a significant number of my brain cells to be worn out in the process or remembering.I remedy this need by pilling new images rapidly and in increasing numbers short circuiting the process of memory. I choose to go out into the city again and get lost in streets whose name will seem more significant than remembering and yet whose name i will forget by mistake as a collateral damage. I choose to enjoy the wonderful weather, along with a distinctive black vapor that enters my nostrils every time i get lost in a "little house in the prairie" moment and try to sip the fresh building air. I engage in a horn dialogue with my driver-peers in the street and apply my full might on my bike's throttle feeling chased by an invisible lion, like all the herd of cars and other bikes do until i find a place to stick my head in like an ostrich;so i can run faster on foot to a questionable destination. So far i have escaped the lion's mouth. But it is lurking there. Hiding.It has the face of a policeman, the body of a taxi, feels like a bus and screams like an ambulance or a firetruck. I start walking and sip the fresh, cool morning black vapor...

So why be plain and normal when you can indulge in such an epic crescendo?Express yourself openly. Or try to talk more to people...


p.s.:
exclamation points, full stops and pauses all count. They can be discreet

Today it was a beautiful day.The sun rose in the sky like a flower on a blue field.I felt moved by a strange hand to go out;I found that i did not return until the sun closed its pedals....All i wanted was to see the moon after all!

or powerful:

The moon.That moon.Its light, flooding me.Every ray, touching me.Small, tiny cuts.Out of every ray.Out of every touch.Not breathing.Flooded by that light.The moon ascends.I am cut.From within me springs out every you in that moon above us;i am that moon [at this point you howl]