What I Talk About When I Talk About Blogging

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Sasha Dichter's Blog

I’ve had a lot of conversations in the past few months that start with people saying, “I really have been meaning to write or blog, but I just haven’t done it. Any advice on how to start and stick with it?”

Here are 12 things that I’ve learned since I started blogging in 2008:

  1. A structured time to write. Stephen King is famous for saying that step one in writing is to put your “butt in the chair.” Not glamorous, but true. 99% of my blog posts have been written on the train that I take home from work. And most of them come out very quickly – in 10-15 minutes. But I’ve discovered that when I don’t take the train, I don’t write blog posts. That’s when I write.
  2. Make a commitment. Commit to how much you’re going to publish / write / post. I’d suggest you aim high…

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Best of The Blogosphere

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4 Mothers

Photography is one of those art forms that seems easy . . .until you try to perfectly capture a moment in time with a camera. Good photography manages convey emotion and beauty with one click and for this very reason, I remain in complete awe of good photographers. Elena Shumilova, a Russian artist and mother, photographed her boys with animals on the farm that she runs and the resulting images are simply breathtaking!

Someone I know recently lost her husband to cancer. She is a mom to three young children and for the past few years balanced caring for them and caring for her husband. There were times that I would snap myself out of a funk by thinking of her family and being inspired by the courage they demonstrated while faced with such incredible adversity. Paul Kalanithi wrote How Long Have I Got Left for The New York…

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thanks, mr. jobs.

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I want to go buy my dad an iPad. Thank you for this story.

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‘Thank you, Steve Jobs.’

God, I never thought I would say those words.

For decades, I have been bothinfuriated and seduced by the man;alternating between curious and angry, enamored and resentful. I idolized and villainized him. His products have both helped and hijacked my career and personal life – devouring my time, my attention and my bank account. For all of his grand invention, he was at the core just a ‘dealer’, feeding society’s ‘more, please, now’addiction. By blurringtechnologies withtoys, he hooked billionswith a ‘shiny new, faster, more colorful’ lure.

Ironically, he consideredhimself Buddhist but mastermindedproducts that disconnect us from our minds instead of settling us deeper into them.

Like many, I grew tired of his rhetoric and bravado, his secrets and sweatshops. But when I watched the now famous 60 minutes interviewwhere he rejected his birth father as a mere sperm bank – and vowed to never meet the…

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Let them talk before they’re gone

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Hannibal and Me: life lessons from history

In the winter of 2013, I attended the funeral of an aunt at an Alpine lake where she had spent much of her life and her final years. As the coffin was lowered into the frozen ground, I stood next to my godfather and whispered an idea to him.

Born in 1924, my godfather had been sent as a German pioneer to Italy to blow up roads and bridges as the Germans retreated and the Allies advanced, spending most of his time behind enemy tank lines, usually alone. He was captured by the British, spent several years in prisoner camps in Egypt and Libya, then returned emaciated to the bombed rubble of occupied Germany in 1948. He met another of my aunts (the sister of the one we buried in 2013), fell in love and wooed her. He married her in 1953, and thus entered my family, which at that time…

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Finally Finding Myself

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I always knew I wanted to do something special, creative fun but had no idea what it would be. I dabbled in everything from quilting to scrapbooking but the feeling of satisfaction was always short lived. There has always been this deep feeling that there is something deep inside of me that needs to be released, a creative caterpillar waiting inside its cocoon to turn to a butterfly and spread it wings to fly. With the urging of a friend I decided to try my hand at painting. Base on past experiences this was never going anywhere. I found a strange sense of relaxation when painting that I had struggled to find all my life.

Some say I’m up tight and don’t know how to relax. I say I’ll relax when there’s nothing left to worry about. When I’m painting there is nothing to worry about. I don’t worry if everyone is going to love it or if it’s perfect or if I’m doing it “right”. I just paint.

I have found this same satisfaction in writing, blogging. With blogging I don’t feel the pressure of writing a BOOK. I just write what is on my mind, a short snippet or pages, it’s whatever is there…no pressure. I just write about what is important to me or about what others have told me are important to them.

I have finally found myself by loosing myself in creating paintings and blogs.