How Does One Choose Article and Blog Subjects

Obviously I cannot speak for everyone, and many businesses have a staff that rotates publication responsibilities, but the Tennessee Mountain Man writes about what moves him at any given moment. It is just easier that way. On the other hand it occasionally causes some amount of anxiety because the feast or famine rules apply. That is, the hopper is either full of articles waiting to be published - Online PC Repair posts articles three (3) days a week normally - or like Computer Man or most other publishers we are swiftly coming up on a deadline and notta.

However, currently there is a plethora of ideas and subjects about which one wants to write... even needs to vent about. Not to have a subject upon which to expound these days one would almost need to be in a coma.

No... the current problem is not being brain dead, but time challenged. We live in such interesting and challenging times that The Tennessee Mountain Man could and would love to be churning out articles daily, but alas God only gave us twenty-four hours in a day and there are other responsibilities.

The Computerman's practice of writing about what has him piqued at any given moment means the reader gets a wide variety of subjects from family issues to holidays to politics to whatever moves an old man - not just website design and web based computer repair material though there is a smattering of those as well.

Some have said a highly technical article requires much more research before an article is ready to go. That has not been the experience of the techs at Remote Helpdesk 1. We not only want to be correct and specific with respect to online computer repair and web design, but with the general and current event subjects we cover as well. Therefore, irrespective of what one is writing about, a fair amount of research is incumbent upon the author before he or she goes popping off to the entire world.

It is only fair to point out that we have noticed a lot more tolerance with the advent of the internet and the explosion of Blogers. Articles that would have caused international incidents a few years ago rarely raise an eye brow today. That is not to say that it is necessarily the best information for the public, but then even the big three as well as the cable news networks and printed press all have their own agendas these days as is apparent in the subjects they choose to cover and the slant they employ in their coverage. Perhaps they always did and it was just not as noticeable because there was less immediate releases for comparison and analysis.

Still don't have an idea where to start? Everyone has a hobby, a job, a subject of interest. For instance if your life is consumed with your grandchildren, your pooch, March Madness, or fishing that is a subject about which you can write with minimal research. The problem most people have is that they assume everyone knows what they know. Be assured they don't or they see it from a different perspective which can lead to interesting and enlightening discussions, and even ideas for other articles.

Even if your readers agree with your views on any given subject that is positive feed back for you and for them. All of us need affirmation at times when this cruel world can leave us feeling like we stand alone although we never do. We may be right or we may be wrong, bur never alone in our views on any given matter.

O.K. Everyone seems to be into reality TV these days so let me start a family feud - everyone can write about their first crush and how that experience, regardless of how it ended, affected their lives. Maybe you are still together. What a love story and every woman loves a good romance novel. Perhaps it ended in tragedy. We all need to empathize and shed a tear now and again. Maybe it was just a horrible experience. I for one could use a good belly splitting laugh so lets have it.

A friend works as a government meat inspector in a poultry processing plant. She spends twelve hours a day "looking at chicken asses", as she puts it. She thinks she has nothing to write about but when she gets started telling stories from the line, I laugh until I hurt, and I could not do her job or tolerate the people around her. Maybe, like you, she thinks I don't get it but when I was sixteen years old and wanted "a real job" my dad got me one in the same chicken processing plant that she works in today - yes, it has been around for awhile. To this day, this country boy don't eat chicken. They just didn't process them the way we did on the farm. I only made it an hour in the plant. I spent the rest of the day puking my guts out - out in the parking lot. The next day I was glad to return to school.

How many people work where you do? What do you do for fun and relaxation? How does that compare with the population of the world? So tell us about it.

The online PC repair and website design teams, who just inserted themselves into this article, agree that a glass of Dewars and a well packed pipe help immensely. My train of though being shot, I'm through. It is your turn.

Good Luck

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Life Just Ain't What It Used To Be

Over the last fifty years or so we have invented all sorts of time saving strategies that have some how managed to leave us with the greatest time deficit ever experienced by man.

Few people live on farms any more where labor is from daylight to after dark. We don't even work in factories today. No. Modern society runs on the service industry from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM. How misleading!

Why is there no time to sit on the porch and just enjoy God's nature? Oh, yeah... right. Most houses have no porches and the few that do can't be enjoyed for the fear of gangs and hooligans roaming the neighborhood. And, should one get passed those concerns who can enjoy the sound of cars literally flying up and down the highway just a few feet away, the ever present blaring of car horns, sirens screaming through the night, and the neighbors you don't know living on top of you when the ones you used to love lived a quarter of a mile away.

Back then we visited on a regular basis and got around to socializing with everyone. Now we barely speak, if we do at all, to the guy living thirty feet away. Maybe we will invite him to a backyard barbeque once a year to assuage our conscience, but probably not. Instead of helping him repair his house, we bitch about the noise he makes during the process, and resent the fact he needs to borrow a hammer rather than taking the time to prepare him a cold pitcher of lemonade made from scratch to quench the thirst he works up.

The Tennessee Mountain Man recalls that there was a time when the city was a million miles away and no one from the country went there unless they had to. In our modern world the city has moved into the country and the new reality is that the farm is now a million miles or so from the city next door. It is dirty. The people there are dirty - never mind that their conscience is clean. The place has a foul odor that assaults our sensitive metropolitan olfactory glands and we dare not venture there unless it is absolutely unavoidable.

At a time when we said grace before every meal, we ate hearty and were in little, if any, danger of being over weight. Now that we think perhaps Grace is the lady living two houses down the street in the home needing it's lawn trimmed we suffer from a national obesity epidemic though religiously practicing our yo yo diet and binge eating.

Computer Man used to get up before daylight to build a fire, do the morning chores, and cook breakfast before going off to a day of work. But that is so passé. Now we get up just in time to gulp down a cup of instant coffee or coffee set to brew automatically the night before while 'nuking' some instant pre-boxed meal stripped of all nutrition to eat while we over charge our metabolic system in front of the boob tube blasting 'The View' into our living rooms and appropriately raising blood pressures.

Man dare not sleep with his face in an open window any more regardless of whether he lives in the country or in the city. Therefore he can't hear the rain on the roof, the barn owl hooting off in the distance, the cry of a new born calf, the mating call of God's creatures that rule the night, the wind whistling through the old barn, nor the defining silence of the new fallen snow.

We used to sleep a little later on Sunday and get up with every action deliberate and geared toward getting us to God's house on time for the morning worship service. Now we repeat the last six days except we are content with getting our religious instruction watching some televangelist only because 'The View' is not shown on Sunday television. And, why go to church when some greedy self serving prophet comes to us?

Nope! Life just ain't what it used to be. If you think it is, just open the door or pull out the chair for a lady and notice the looks you get if you manage to escape an outright attack. Listen... did you hear that? I thought I actually heard a child say, "please, excuse me, sir".

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