I awake to darkness. A draft creeps up my camisole and I shiver. I peek into the garden tinged in silver by the illuminating moon. Drawn by unseen forces, I step outside. The leaves shudder in the trees as the wind whispers. Listen and you’ll hear it call your name. It continues in a groan, “ANOTHER USE ME AND ABUSE ME DAY IS COMING…” That was much louder than I anticipated. The breeze must have picked up.
At dawn on Thursday, October 24th, the living dead will rise again. I mean, come by and celebrate Halloween one week early! Bring ONE of your spooky posts or anything else your quivering heart desires and post it in my comment section. Grab a glass of potion, have an eye of newt, and the party will begin. Chat up the other guests. Maybe they’ll be cast under your spell and will subscribe to your blog.
See you then, if you dare…………………………………
CLICK HERE FOR THE SECRET PASSAGEWAY TO THE PARTY!!!
To see how these parties roll, click here for last month’s Use Me and Abuse Me Day.
Are you getting psyched up for Halloween?
Rockin’ out Parisian Style!
It’s time once again to Use Me and Abuse Me, so lets get this party started! Yeah baby! The idea is to come and mingle with the guests, introduce yourself and pick up some new followers.
The trick with building a community is finding the people behind the gravatars. They’re there. I know. I’ve met several in person! When building any relationship, communication is key to success. In blogging, we communicate through our posts and comments. I have made a lot of real friendships here on the Wild Ride and so can you!
So come by with ONE link to a blog post and paste it in the comment section. Two will put you in my spam filter and I hate when I have to stop dancing to fish guests out of my filter. It’s so embarrassing… Continue reading
So you have been nominated for the Academy Award. Thoughts of your acceptance speech have run through your head a couple thousand times, admit it! Your biggest fear is that you will forget someone. Face the hard truth. You’ll get up there and fail because you refused to write it down, for fear of jinxing yourself. You are a superstitious lot.
Your dream comes true and you win The Oscar:
First you feign shock. You let tears well-up in your eyes while demurring to the others in your category – even though you are secretly so completely stoked to beat out a couple of them. Then you will look out at the adoring faces in the crowd and rattle off the names of your producer, director, actors, etc.
You’ll thank your parents with the overused standby, “Because without them, well, I wouldn’t be here tonight,” -insert tired chuckle from crowd- followed by other significant supporters in your life.
Without boring everyone with a list of the obvious, I thought I would help remind you of the one person you should thank, but so often is overlooked. No, it is not your 2nd grade teacher. Continue reading