
I still remember the days when I heard crickets at Traffic Generation Cafe - after all, it hasn’t been that long ago since it was founded.
I also remember the first time one of the “big-time bloggers” left me a comment on one of my posts.
I was flattered, excited, and motivated to do [click to continue...]

I stuffed the garbage bags full, all my stuff going in with trembling hands.
In went some of my favorite clothes; the jacket I’d bonded with.
In went artworks, portfolios, and creations I’d made with my own hands.
In went my tech and electronics, things I thought were the foundations of my digital empire.
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I was running very hard…
Whatever it was I was trying to get away from was overwhelming, stressful, and frightening…
I absolutely had to get away from it.
Had to.
Yet my feet were barely moving…
I relentlessly tried to put one foot in front of the other, yet they were barely moving.
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Why I Will Never Comment On Your Blog (A.K.A. Die, Akismet, Die)
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I still remember the days when I heard crickets at Traffic Generation Cafe - after all, it hasn’t been that long ago since it was founded.
I also remember the first time one of the “big-time bloggers” left me a comment on one of my posts.
I was flattered, excited, and motivated to do [click to continue...]
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