Not-So-NaNoWriMo Update #3

(Reed’s song of the day: Bob, by NOFX)

Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 17,771 words

Inspirational writing quote of the day (altered slightly to be more gender-inclusive):

“Any person who keeps working is not a failure. They may not be a great writer, but if they apply the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, they’ll eventually make some kind of career for themselves as a writer.”
– Ray Bradbury

Well, I’ve fallen below my goal for word count at this point. And I’ll be honest, I thought it was going to happen at some point in the month. I’m pretty lazy, and sometimes if I get thrown off track, it’s hard for me to get back on. Plus 40,000 words in one month is something I haven’t done since junior year of college.

But I never expected the thing to keep me from writing to be a pulled muscle.

This has been a seriously strange week for me. My best guess right now is that I pulled a muscle in my neck while climbing the UCLA rock wall last week. I had little twinges of pain in it all week, especially after I slept on it wrong, but nothing too bad.

Smash cut to Monday morning, about 5am. I’ve been experiencing some pretty discomforting levels of pain the previous night, but I’m thinking a good night of sleep will make things better.

At 5am I wake up and I can’t move my neck in any direction without intense pain. I thrash around for about an hour, trying to muffle these little grunts of pain I’m making, until I realize this isn’t going away. At that point I message work and let them know I won’t be coming in – which sucks because I had been planning an event for the past month or so and it was held on that day (yesterday).

Then I down two Advil and wait for something resembling relief.

What does this have to do with writing? Well, since I had to take Monday off, I was thinking it would be the perfect time to get out like 3,000 words, since I had nothing better to do. But no matter what angle I tried to keep my computer at, or my neck at, it was always searing pain going through me when I typed.

I know, right? Of all the things… a pulled muscle.

And as if this hasn’t been enough, yesterday I started getting sick.


So it’s been quite the week, and it’s already Tuesday. I have to go back to work on Wednesday (well, assuming I’m in some state of alive on Wednesday) so I’m trying to conserve strength. The only thing I was capable of doing yesterday was lying perfectly still in bed with pillows behind my back, playing Super Mario Odyssey for eight hours.

It speaks to my better health that I was able to get down about 2500 words today – not quite enough to be back on track, but a good start – and also write this post. But seriously, as soon as my neck let up, it was as if the sickness was like, “OKAY, IT’S GO TIME.”

So I’m gonna lie here and hope against hope that I get rid of this by tomorrow, or work is going to be very, very unpleasant.

Yours, feelin’ eighty-six,

-R.R. Buck


Not-So-NaNoWriMo Update #2

(Reed’s song of the day: Riot Girl, by Zebrahead)

Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 13,589 words

Inspirational writing quote of the day:

“I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.” – Edgar Rice Burroughs

Holy hell has it been a long week.

And I have the day off tomorrow, but somehow it’s like all the work from a 5-day week went into four days instead. Let’s see a breakdown of things that happened for me at work this week:

  1. I had three back-to-back instruction sessions on a day when I wasn’t scheduled to teach (culminating in 4.5 hours of extra work with about 5 minutes for lunch in the middle)
  2. I’ve been taking lead on an event project for the library the past two weeks and this week was “crunch week”, so I’ve been helping coordinate a bunch of different activities from trying to get volunteers to help staff, to printing, folding, and collating materials for the event
  3. We’ve been severely understaffed this week, so there have been extra shifts in our research consultation station I had to take because there wasn’t anyone else able to
  4. And finally, my coworker and work mom is having health problems which prevented her from coming into work and worried me to no end.

Somehow, I’ve been maintaining my schedule – even time to exercise and see Lindsay, despite her having midterms this week too. But there’s one moment that really stood out to me and made me proud.

It wasn’t earlier this week, when I was getting between 1200 and 1600 words down on Monday and Tuesday. It wasn’t today, when for some reason I got in a writing frenzy and nailed down 2000 when I only intended a little bit.

It was actually Wednesday, when I could barely get in 500 words.

After yesterday (the back-to-back-to-back instruction session day), I was so exhausted that I really just wanted to go home and fall asleep reading. The very last thing I wanted to do was write, and I was sorely tempted to just pass it up altogether. I was even more convinced by the fact that I was ahead of my writing goal (still am, I should be at 12,000 words as of today), so it really wouldn’t hurt to take the day off.

Instead, I got on my computer and I wrote. And holy shit were those 550 words bad.

But I did it. And I think that’s what NaNoWriMo is kind of all about. It’s like digging deep in that last few hundred meters of a marathon; it’s about spending all the energy you have left, and then some, to just push a little harder. Even though I started off my first day of my Not-So-NaNoWriMo by writing 3300 words in one day, I felt more accomplished yesterday than I did that day.

To anyone who’s struggling with NaNoWriMo, or just with writing in general – I know it sucks, and I know you’re tired and don’t want to do it. I know it’s too early in the month to be this upset over writing, and I know you feel it anyway.

Do it, dude. Just go for it. Even getting down a hundred words is better than writing nothing for the day.

Even getting down six is better.

So do it. Just write it out. I believe in you.

Yours, now going to fall asleep reading a book,

-R.R. Buck

Streed of Consciousness [Part 8 – Careers]

(Reed’s song of the day: Why Don’t You Get a Job, by The Offspring)

Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 10,975 words

This isn’t gonna be a very long one – I have had a pretty busy day, and I’m in for two even busier days tomorrow and Thursday.

Still, I had some new insights recently that I’d like to share with anyone who wants to keep up with my life.

I’m at a point in my life where it looks like I should be starting to choose a career. Or at least something vaguely resembling a career. I’ve had jobs now since the beginning of college, but they’ve really just been ways of paying the rent, not really anything substantial.

Of course, right up until I graduated, I thought my career path was going to be graduate school, a PhD, and a professorship somewhere at a research university. I’m really fortunate that several close people in my life told me (as politely and gently as they could) that they didn’t really see me doing academia. They proved to know me a lot better than I know myself, and I turned away from it at the last minute.

So now I’m here, and I’m thinking that communications might be a career for me. But I’ve not even truly been able to explore that path – well, not as much as I’d like – here at the library. Which begs the question, what have I been doing with all my time? What do I actually have experience doing, enjoy doing, and yet haven’t considered as a career?

Well, for one, the library. Although I’ve been doing a plethora of different loosely connected projects for the UCLA Library, I feel like my role is getting more defined with each quarter I spend here. And the other day, at a meeting, a coworker and friend of mine suggested that he, at the very least, wants me to stay on as a more permanent member of the Library staff – which surprised me, because I always thought they weren’t interested in having me even as a full-time employee.

I hadn’t really considered the idea of working for the Library, but honestly, staying near my favorite campus in the world, near all of my friends and Lindsay, it might not be that bad of a life. I’d even have the ability to apply out to other libraries if I needed to move.

Another one was brought up by a different coworker, and I hadn’t even really thought of it as a career before she said it – that of a campus ambassador. I’ve done quite a bit of outreach now for the UCLA Library and for UCLA in general, from being a New Student Advisor (an orientation counselor) to giving tours to donors to serving as a liaison to certain academic departments on campus. I love public speaking and inspiring people about programs I know to be awesome.

It would be pretty cool to go around to high schools and try to encourage people to apply to college. I don’t even know how I would get started in a career like that, but it’d be pretty cool.

Third, there’s teaching. I sort of accidentally, sort of purposefully, found myself teaching a lot more this quarter for the library than I ever have before. (In fact, part of my busy day tomorrow is three different instruction sessions for English classes.) I’ve always had a passion for teaching, and I guess previously I thought professorship was the only route I could take to get there. But now, well… I could do it for the library. Or I could get a master’s and teach at a community college. Or hell, even AP psych – the course that inspired me to become a neuroscience major.

I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem, right? I don’t know what I want to do. But for once, it’s nice to have options, instead of just sinking in this unsure quagmire.

Fourth and finally, I have my creative writing. The thing that’s stuck with me since I was twelve. I suppose I could become a published novelist, being able to work from home and spend time with my kids while doing something I love for a living.


Ah, well. Maybe in a few decades, after I’ve written more words than I even want to count. For right now, I’ll see about choosing a path I’m already established in, where I clearly have talent. And maybe writing will fall into place a little bit later.

Well, this turned out to be longer than I wanted or expected, and my stomach is yelling at me to shut up and get some dinner. So I think I’ll be off.

If you’re doing NaNoWriMo, or even my Not-So-NaNoWriMo, here’s to inspired writing and shitty first drafts. You’ve got this.

Peace out, everyone.

Yours, professionally,

-R.R. Buck

Not-So-NaNoWriMo Update #1

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: I Want to Break Free, by Queen)

Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 4,420 words

Inspirational writing quote of the post: “If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.”
– Somerset Maugham

So the past two days have been kind of fun.

Yesterday was my day off work, which usually I take as a sign from fate that I deserve to collapse and do nothing all day. Ordinarily, I would enjoy that – especially a few weeks ago when things were getting intense.

Instead, yesterday I got up, read for several hours, went to lab, went to the store, and wrote for several hours. That was my nine-to-five, after which I cooked dinner for Lindsay and I and spent two and a half hours at the rock climbing wall at the UCLA gym. The productivity was off the charts, at least for me.

(It’s creepy to think some people actually live their lives that productively.)

Out of the two and a half to three hours I was writing, I got about 3100 words out. Pretty slow pacing for me, but hey. I had to take breaks, but it surprised me how much I was actually able to write all at once.

If you haven’t seen what I’m doing, do yourself a favor and read my Not-So-NaNoWriMo post. And then do yourself an even bigger favor and give it a shot with me. You’ve only lost one and a half days, and I’m giving you some super relaxed guidelines. There’s no better time to do it; life will never be clearer in the future, no matter how much you tell yourself it will be.

Time to shut up and write.

If you need some more inspiration, check out a few of my other feel-good posts from when I’ve been down on myself. Here, here, here, here, here, here. That oughtta be enough.

Now get to it.

Yours, productive af,

-R.R. Buck

Halloween and Fantasy

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: This is Halloween, from The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 0 words


You know what I love?


I’m sitting writing this at work, wearing my full Renaissance nobleman’s outfit, drawing stares from a few people around me. I’m going to pretend it’s because I look dapper (and I do).

Earlier today, I had the privilege of giving a tour of the library (which I do pretty often for work) not as Reed Buck, failed writer extraordinaire, but as Alaskar, Lord of Libraries. Which basically means me in a posh British accent leading two freshmen around the library describing rooms and services. They put up with me, but it was one of the more entertaining tours I’ve given.

Halloween might be one of my favorite holidays. It definitely was as a kid. The mixture of unrelenting streams of candy plus being able to stay out late and run around with my friends and family was just too incredible for a child of my hyperactivity to conceive of. One of my first moments of freedom in childhood was the first year my parents let us go out alone trick-or-treating.

Now, I’m learning to love Halloween for a completely different reason. (Okay, well the candy too, but that’s now reserved for November 1, which I’ve dubbed “Clearance Day”.) My new reason to love Halloween is fantasy.

Many times when I reflect on me as a kid, and honestly me now, I think about how eccentric I am. I played with toys until I was 18, devising more and more fantastical scenarios, more and more convoluted plots, as I aged. Whereas most kids “grow up”, I just grew more invested, finding new themes and depth to add to my creative endeavors. Even now, I play Dungeons and Dragons and write fantasy novels because I love that process of imagination and play.

And that’s what Halloween is coming to represent for me. Here’s a day where (ideally) no one is judged and people can be whomever they want. Nerdy guys can pretend to be Prince Charming or Captain America; women can wear sexier outfits without being called “sluts”. It’s like the one day a year where everyone is given a free pass to be as weird, childish, freaky, frightening, or indulgent as they want.

Coming from a childhood where I felt like I was the only one who was really being myself, it’s pretty awesome to be able to see straight-laced friends crossdressing for a Rocky Horror themed party, or to be able to wear my D&D outfit in public for an entire day.

I know some people associate Halloween with candy, or with terror, or with the smell of fake fog. Some people associate it with really horrible memories, others with a sense of loss that their religious beliefs prevent them from joining. I know there’s a whole bad side to the holiday I’m kind of refusing to acknowledge.

But to me, Halloween is the annual day where everyone is just as weird and out there as me. And I freaking love that.

So get your costumes on, spookyfolk, and let’s get strange tonight.


-R.R. Buck

Let’s Do An Unofficial NaNoWriMo Together

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: Operation Iraqi Liberation, by Anti-Flag)

Hi, folks.

It’s been a much better week than last week. I’m healthy again, I’m actually enjoying the exercise I’m doing with my girlfriend for once (WHAT), and work has been a little less hectic, although still just as busy. I feel like I’m just about getting into a rhythm for the quarter.

So this seems about the right time to turn it on its head.

I’ve not previously done NaNoWriMo for the same two reasons I don’t do a lot of things that would be good for me as a writer – convenience, and anti-conformist bullshit. With convenience,  I don’t want to be forced to write on a certain scale (i.e. 1500 words a day, or 50,000 words a month, or whatever) because I don’t want to get discouraged if I can’t make that goal.

The anti-conformist thing is a little stupider. I tend to think, especially where it relates to writing, that my writing has developed mainly because I’ve pursued it in a way that works for me. If it becomes too academic, where I’m constantly reading books on how to be a better writer, or I’m adhering strictly to a process someone else has set out for me, I’m not really writing the way want to write. And if that happens, I’m afraid I’ll lose the tenuous grip on writing that I currently have and I’ll fall back into a pattern where I don’t write every day.

That’s the worst thing I could imagine right now – to lose the schedule I’ve set out for myself and be back in a place where I’m not writing regularly. It’s already happened to these posts – I went from writing every day to just twice a week, although I like to believe that’s also because I can’t think of something new to post every day – and I’ll be damned if I let it happen to my creative writing.

But really, these are just excuses. Many times when I’ve finally accepted advice of family or friends in regards to writing, it’s been not only not disruptive to my writing schedule, but also beneficial to the quality of my writing. Books I originally shunned became core resources for me in terms of the way I think about writing. And there’s also the not-so-small matter of this blog, which originally was a pain for me to keep up on, and now I’m so glad I did.

The point is, I need to push myself more – not just to write every day, but to try different things with my writing. But I’m not quite ready yet to make a full commitment to something as daunting as NaNoWriMo, of which I have done relatively little research.

So here’s my solution:

You and I (yes, YOU, fellow writer reading this blog) are going to do a pseudo NaNoWriMo. We won’t affiliate ourselves with the group, we won’t have daily reminders breathing down out backs, but we will get something accomplished this month.

That’s right, bitches. I’m challenging each and every one of you (well, those who aren’t already doing NaNoWriMo) to get some writing done in November. And if you don’t take me up on the challenge, you’re a square featherless turkey with an undersized wattle and an addiction to Mentos.

Here’s how my not-so-NaNoWriMo goes:

  1. You look at how much you wrote the last time you wrote a significant amount (whether it was 200 words or 2,000).
  2. You multiply that amount by 20.
  3. You write that much this month.

To compare, NaNoWriMo suggests 50,000 words in one month, which comes out to 1,667 words a day. That’s assuming you’re writing every single day of the month.

Conversely, I wrote 2,000 words today, so I’m going to try to do that 20 days out of the month (or more likely, a little less than that every day of the month). That gives me 40,000 words as a goal for this month. If you wrote 500 words the last time you were productive at writing, you would have to do only 10,000 words this month. That means you could get away with 333 words every single day.

Seriously, let’s give it a shot. You and me. We can do this. To remind everyone, each day of November, I’m going to put up my current Not So NaNoWriMo word count.

You owe it to yourself to give this a shot. So let’s get it on.

Yours, aspiring and perspiring,

-R.R. Buck

Life Counselor #4

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: Good Times Roll by the Cars)

Hey there Goonist. It’s your son.

These ones are hard for me to write. It feels very personal, trying to talk to you while it’s still public. I know there’s a lot I’ve wanted to say to you that really isn’t fit for this setting – it’s the kind of stuff we’re emailing about and texting about right now. (Sorry for not responding, by the way – it’s been a pretty busy past few weeks. I’ll get back to it.)

You know, you’re pretty hard on yourself. You like to joke about being a bad parent, but I feel like the older I get, the more I realize it’s kind of impossible to be a flawless parent. And for whatever bad experiences we’ve had, you’ve still taught me so many things I’m thankful for.

Like, everything I like to put under the “Cub Scouts” bucket. Learning how to use a knife to whittle. Learning how to cook burgers and pancakes just right (which my roommates still get stoked on whenever I make them pancakes). Putting up a tent, “policing the area” when we were finished camping, and knowing which snacks are least likely to make me cranky while backpacking.

Or how about the philosophical side of things? One of the best things you could have taught me early on was to question. I started forming my own religious and philosophical opinions before most of my peers because you constantly inspired us to make considerations – not just about “what”, but about “why”. I find half of my wisdom is things I learned from you, and the other half is disagreeing with you about things you tried to teach me. Which I’m sure made for a very frustrating adolescent phase.

You taught me to take care of business – God, I hate even typing that out here, I’ve heard it so many times – but to also enjoy myself while I was doing so. You taught me the importance of providing service to people I care about, but I also learned from you and your experiences not to try to do too much.

There will always be a lot we disagree on, but even in disagreement, you’ve taught me things – how to stand up for what I believe in, how to critically examine authority sources, how to build my own way in life. These are things I thank you for.

I wish I could explain everything I feel. Some of it I’m not even sure I could put to words, no matter how long I tried. Mainly, I just want you to know that you shouldn’t be giving yourself guilt for your choices. One of the things being a young adult has taught me is that you can go into a mistake, knowing fully well it’s a mistake, with your head held high and own it. You can tell yourself that right now, for the sake of your sanity, you need to make a mistake, and that’s fine.

I’m saying this not because I think you’re making mistakes, but more because I think all of us in the family need to allow each other to make mistakes. There’s a lot of passion in our family, a lot of exuberance, and the tendency to assume we know the right way of doing things. But in trying to assist everyone we care about, sometimes we’re forcing them to do things the way we would do them, instead of just allowing them to make mistakes. And let’s be honest, we’re never really done making mistakes.

I think we’re most honest with ourselves when we’re admitting our mistakes and learning from them, instead of internalizing them or never dealing with them in the first place. And I guess I don’t think anyone can learn from their mistakes if everyone else is trying to prevent them from making them in the first place.

I hope you don’t read too much into this, Pops. I’m not really trying to convey any hidden messages or anything. I’m just trying to preach acceptance between the members of our family. It’s easy for us all to get so invested in each other’s lives that we stop letting each other live them.

Also, and I can’t believe I almost forgot this – I’m really proud of you. The stuff we’ve been talking about over email has been extremely helpful and insightful for me to hear, and I like to believe it’s helpful for you too. I really feel like I’m getting to know you in a way I’ve never known you before, and that’s gratifying.

(By the way, at some point I told Lindsay the barking spider joke. She fucking cracked up. So thanks for that.)

Yours, surrounded by idiots,


…and I’m sick.

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: The Official Cocaine Trade, by Christian Hansen & The Autistics)

Well, this has certainly been a crazy week.

The weekend before this, I went to a family reunion. It was technically a celebration of my two cousins’ marriages, and it included way more than just our extended family, but it still kind of felt like it was for us. I got to see some people I haven’t heard from in a while and play Frisbee with a couple of little kids, so I was pretty happy.

Then I came back and was like, “Huh. My throat is scratchy.” And I thought nothing of it.

And then came Sunday.

It’s been a while since I’ve been really sick for more than a day or two. My usual routine is to spend as much time as humanly possible in bed – I’ll do anywhere between 9 to 14 hours of sleep a night while I’m sick, and emerge from hibernation in two days pretty much cured. And usually, I don’t get sick more than once every couple of years.

Maybe this is my one time for the next two years (I hope so), but it was rough. Rough enough that I had to miss some work time on the busiest week of the quarter for myself and my coworkers. Somehow, and don’t ask me how, I managed to make a bunch of library tours I’d scheduled for the week, but every opportunity I could take to not be in office, I was either passed out amidst the book stacks or sleeping in at home.

Man, it’s Thursday and I’m still not better. I have a feeling this might be the last day, but I said that yesterday too. It’s gross and I don’t like it.

And you’d think with all the time spent in bed or on the couch, I could have at least managed to write something, but here I am putting out the first post of the week, and I haven’t even done creative writing this week. So that’s also pretty gross.

Anyway, I don’t have much to say and I don’t want to take up your time. If you’re sick like me, I hope you start feeling better soon. Otherwise, stay healthy. Get a flu shot if you can stand needles. I *almost* wish I had.

Yours, in sickness and in health,

-R.R. Buck

I’m tired.

I have to be real with you all. I really don’t want to write this post.

But there’s this stubborn part of me that’s saying, “You only write two posts a week, so just do it, dude.” So here I am, 8:30 and still at work staffing an event for the library, and I’m scheduled until 10. I’m gonna get off shift, head home, eat something, and go right to bed.

You know, it’s weird. The past two weekends all I’ve really wanted has been something quiet and low-key. And yet in both of those cases, I’ve had these weekends that somehow became a whirlstorm (yeah, I invented a word) of activity. I guess that’s what being an adult is.

Still, though, it feels kind of gratifying being so busy. I feel like I’m a real contributing member of society.

Anyway, the event’s wrapping up right now, so I should probably go help break it down. AND I POSTED, SO THERE.

Love you all. Hope you’re having a wonderful Thursday night.


-R.R. Buck

Reed’s Top Three – Blogs

(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: Man Overboard by blink-182)

What is this madness? A post in the middle of the day? Am I shirking my work duties to write this to you? Perhaps I’ve been “in the bathroom” for the past half hour furiously typing away on my phone.

Nah, I just have the day off. Which is nice, because usually if I have a day off later on in the week, I’ve already built up a to-do list that stretches on and on. So today all I had to do was get a haircut (check) and write an actually normal amount of words in my novel (check, 1026). So I’m feeling pretty great – in fact, after this, I actually have nothing left on my to-do list.

So let’s talk about my problems. Don’t worry, just one – I’m not very good at promoting my blog. I can’t tell if it’s because I really don’t care about this, or if I just feel uncomfortable trying to make people read what I write, but whatever the reason, I don’t do as much as I could to make myself public.

On the other hand, I love talking about other people’s blogs on here. It seems there are a lot of people with much better niches or much more wisdom to impart, and I’m glad to be able to let my readers know about them. Maybe in that small way the good karma will come back around to me, but if not… well, I can settle for 60 followers.

So let’s get started with my top three favorite blogs:


Dude, I freaking love this blog. Especially because I really don’t have that much time to read stuff anymore, Little Fears is perfect for me. Every day (or most days), they post a three- to four-line short story. It comes in the form of either a bad pun or a creepy moment. Their characters are super cute, their jokes are terrible in the best way, and their creepy stuff is actually really well set-up for being only a few lines. Both the puns and the creepy stories have this kind of “aha” moment in the last line which makes them incredibly satisfying to read. Be sure to check them out, especially if you’re trying to amp up your dad joke game.


This blog is incredible, and one of the first blogs I found when I was on here. It’s hard to encapsulate everything this woman talks about in her pretty much daily posts, but two main topics seem to come up time and time again – her battle against an eating disorder and negative body image, and her spirituality. She’s got this kind of no-holds-barred approach to describing her ED and the struggles it’s put her through, and although there are a lot of dark moments in there, I feel like it’s a really uplifting message overall – not to mention an incredible resource for anyone who’s having similar struggles. Plus, it’s beautiful to see her spirituality being her anchor.


She’s a great writer and supporter of beginning bloggers. She’s pretty much the only one who comments on the things I write here. And she’s got such an incredible wealth of resources about the writing experience and mechanics on her blog. Honestly, I may not have continued with this blog were it not for Rachel’s assistance, and I’ve tried to call her out numerous times here to help her with publicity (not that she needs it). If you’re a beginning writer or someone interested in the craft, I need not point you any further than Rachel’s blog. And if you’re a videogamer, she also runs a blog with her sister called DoubleJump which is pretty kickass, too.

There are a lot of other great blogs I’m subscribed to, most of them other beginning writers. Honestly, it’s kind of overwhelming to see just how many of us noobs there are out there. But there’s a silver lining to this cloud of first-time writers and artists – we have an awesome network of connections, advice, and wisdom accessible to us if we just reach out and take it. So if you’re a blogger or a new writer, do some exploration. It can only help you.

Yours, finished with his to-do list before lunch,

-R.R. Buck