My how time flies-7 years and counting.
Some days I find it hard to believe I’ve been on WordPress that long.
Other days, I feel as though I’ve been writing blog posts for a zillion years. LOL
Over time, my blog has evolved and changed several times. I’ve written 3 books for children, dabbled with coloring books and journals. I’ve had several flash fiction stories published and entered a few contests. (Placed but never brought the top trophy home.)
So, in honor of me sticking with one thing for 7 years, I’m sharing 7 popular posts. One for each year. Please don’t be too critical of the really old ones.
It’s been a wonderful, maddening journey where I’ve met great writers who have encouraged and helped me improve my craft. Thanks, to everyone for hanging in there with me.
I hope you enjoy my walk down memory lane.
- – South of the Border Magic
- – Sparks of Creativity
- – The magic happens here
- – This is what they don’t tell you about becoming a writer.
- –Do You know how to write a book review?
- – How to take your idea to story
- – You need to double your amazon security
PLEASE TAKE ANOTHER MINUTE AND LOOK ME UP ON SOCIAL MEDIA BY CLICKING ON THE LINKS BELOW.
AND STOP BY JEAN’S WRITING ANYTIME, I’LL LEAVE A LIGHT ON.
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Hard to believe we’ve been at it this long! Great walk down memory lane and great posts.
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I know! Thanks so Sis.
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Thank you for all this, Jean. I must put two-step verification on my Amazon security, particularly with my memoir coming out this year.
On another note: I sent the recent post about Gutenberg editor vs Classic wordpress editor to one of my friends at wit’s end on her blog. It appeared at just the right time to save her sanity. Thanks again!
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So glad the post helped your friend. I feel her frustration. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Author Don Massenzio and commented:
Check out this post from Jean’s Writing blog with her Most popular posts of the past 7 years
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