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No one cares what you had for lunch

The other day I was perusing the Hennepin County library's website and came across a little gem while searching blogging. It is a book written by a professional blogger by the name of Margaret Mason called No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog.

Margaret has a blog entitled Mighty Girl which she has been writing for quite some time. She also has another blog, Mighty Goods which features all kinds of fun things. Check them out if you get a chance.

So back to the book. I haven't read it in great detail yet, but overall it looks like there are some good ideas for those days you are blog challenged. Example:

Idea 7, Examine your Paperwork - In 2001, Sarah Brown began sending weekly emails to her friends that contained the most agonizing excerpts from her old diaries. The effort became Cringe, a monthly reading series based on the premise. ...If you're timid about baring your downy, flightless thirteen-year-old soul, Sarah offers this guideline: "When you read it to yourself, do you physically cringe? Then it's funny."


I just came across all of my journals I wrote in religiously from 1983 - 1992. There are many, many cringe worthy entries. Oh the fun we will have...

Comments

bobbione8y said…
um, i hate to break it to you Susan, but i would rather blog about my lunch (3 leftover crazy breads heated up in the toaster oven) than relive my scary diary adventures.

:) you go, though, i will read your blog no matter what.
Karen said…
That is awesome. The ability to laugh at oneself (myself!) is the key to sanity. I know exactly where my dozen-or-so purple notebooks are hiding at my parent's house. I'll get them next time I'm home. Don't deprive us of JG's antics, though. Couldn't live without that.
bobbione8y said…
oh yes, i would not want the JG stories to go, i usually pee before i read now, just because of him ;)
Susan said…
I will continue to report on the goings on at the Schmidt house. After re-looking at my journals I spent a lot of time watching MTV and reporting what we had for dinner...How sad is that?

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