Laurel

@taylorclogston wow, thanks!

@emma-walker A blog runs through a program called Content Management Software (CMS). CMS has to run on some computer somewhere for a user to access the posts created with it. This computer is called a “server,” because it serves up its files to people who ask for them by typing in the right address.

Any computer can be a server if it’s set up the…[Read more]

Also @jenwriter17 and @r-m-archer what do you mean by saying your blog is hosted?

Something I forgot to add was I was thinking of also having an Instagram account with the blog name, and use it for the blog as well, so that I can reach out to more people. I would probably create a post on Instagram linking to a new blog post every week, as well as more picture type stuff and smaller things that won’t really make a good full b…[Read more]

@r-m-archer a good portion of people I know use WordPress, my only concern as of now is money.

@emma-walker I’ve used WordPress for years and it works great for me. 🙂 I have one blog (my primary, writing-related blog) that’s hosted through Black Chicken Host and a handful of smaller blogs that I have hosted for free on WordPress.com.

Thanks @jenwriter17

@emma-walker

That’s awesome that you’re starting a blog! 😀 I personally use WordPress (hosted by Bluehost) which has worked out really well so far (but I know of people who use Squarespace as well). One of my biggest tips, especially since you’re planning on blogging about your author journey, is to do some branding. Figure out what defines…[Read more]

It’s a black flip-phone.

That’s it.

I have a contact list.

I don’t answer unless a name appears.

(Don’t tell anyone but sometimes I don’t answer then.)

I’ve had it four years.

Yesterday I learned how to change the ringtone.

That’s right, yesterday.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m low-tech.

It is… embarrassing that only yesterday I co…[Read more]

The rebel commander stormed across the parking-lot.  Her long-coat flew like batwings, dark as the sky above them.  Her hands swung loose at her side, seeming to point the driving wind and rain toward her enemies.  Her pace measured the distance between her and the foe and found it wanting.  Her bare, tattooed scalp reflected the searchlight, rai…[Read more]

Look into the sky, little heart, and see the twinkling distant reaches.

This is the last night.

We all smelled it.  We all tasted it.  We all heard it.  We all felt it.  We all saw it.

This is the last night.

So little heart, reach your heart out: The stars are yours if you just reach.

Go beyond the implants tangled in your body.

Go bey…[Read more]

You enter, but leave your body behind. You can walk away but you can never leave. Not truly. We can always find you, darling. You remain in our cyborverse. Once you enter you can never leave. No one can stop you here if you’re good enough. There is no justice, there are no rules, no system, no confines. You are alone. But we’re always here, dar…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien , Thanks!

@hannahrenner

Dang. That’s a punch story!