Promote Yourself Monday, May 6th, 2019


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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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You Do Not Write the Story. The Story Writes You.


n article on writing, letting the story take the lead – tell itself, an article by Laura Sapla on Ryan Lanz’ wonderful blog. If you haven’t, follow Ryan — his was one of the first blogs to teach me the first steps about writing, and continues to strengthen my writing skills.
#amwriting #storytelling

A Writer's Path

by Lauren Sapala

Why is learning how to write so hard?

If you want to be a writer, there are countless MFA programs, online courses, and more advice than one person could ever read on the internet. There are a bajillion writing guides on Amazon. And if you jump around on social media for even two minutes to see what writers are up to, you will quickly find more how-to guides, tips, tricks, hacks, and everything else an aspiring writer could ever want or need.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 15: Poem – “Errant Dukes” #amwritingpoetry


For NaPoWriMo Day 15, the prompt is:


“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker. . .”


Kind of just used Browning’s poem for this, and ignored most of the monologue bit. “My Last Duchess,” by Robert Browning.


Credit: Fine Art America

Browning’s last Duchess, a smile illuminates well,

Her cheerful words, her eyes glimmer bright, but —

Most would think, the duke at her offed; she fell —

From grace, honour tainted in death for but,

Smiling, cheeks roses sweet blooms praised.

Eyes lustrous, though she reviles his lust —

For an heir, for her each breath, so she gazed.

Drowning in the time others braved, didn’t steal.

Short death revealed a pale Duchess life-raised.

Who rolled eyes at Duke’s pleas; he gasped, blood congealed.

Poison breeds poison, a last Duchess seethed.

His fortune, grins meet; two last Duchess‘ breathe.


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