The tell tale signs of a girls diary

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Being the writer that I am, I have many notepads, books, pens and a whole cupboard filled with diaries through-out my life. I am forever being mocked, and continue to this day being known for my stationery filled handbag – you never know when or where my next idea will strike, and I like to be prepared for all eventualities. The only discrediting thing here is that whilst I have a vivid and long record of my life up until this point. Through the countless number of pages about heartache, disappointments, dreams, and a lot of other exciting events. I am troubled that I rarely go back and revisit them, which probably tells me that I write to process my thoughts; but still, I am fully aware of gems that I will hold in these very pages. There must be at least five stories about boys that I’ve had crushes on, and the drama that followed when the boy didn’t like me back, or I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.

Come on, we’ve all had them!My point in sharing such a cringing fact is that I know there are lessons to be learnt from these pages, and I know that I have made similar mistakes before, which at the time seemed like a great idea… I just don’t understand why I don’t go back and read them.

Anyway, I digress. The reason for tonight’s post is to beg the question that whilst I seem to have an exceptional memory that doesn’t need reminding of past events, or lessons. There is the odd moment in time when I flick back through the overflowing pages of my pink papered diary – nearing the end of this month’s book – to notice only the change of pen colour, and sporadic re-occurrence of a certain someone who appears to have found his way into my diary? Huh? I’m shocked, and intrigued… and a little horrified! What does this mean? How on earth could he have slipped my security tight radar, and made it into this treasured book? Alarm bells ring, as I look up in shock. This… This must be monitored!

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There is something about London…

After three days of roaming the streets of London’s Notting Hill, I have come back full of love, joy and excitement about my future, which I believe will include a move down south in the not to distant future.

The reason for my trip? To escape, relax and double-check out that the city I have paid visit too on multiple occasions was indeed somewhere I could see myself living. Of course that was a ridiculous excuse to use; it’s been a dream of mine for several years, and in the last four months that dream became a vision.

Being a hopeless romantic, I can’t help but find myself wooed by its quaint homes, varied culture, and most of all the people. It’s only been 12 hours, and I know I sound like a sloppy lovesick puppy but there is just something about London that inspires me to write…

Anyway, that’s all I have to say on the matter. I’m off to stick on a chick-flick movie, and bring out the ice cream. Thank the Lord today is my day off!

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Just because we can…

I’m not sure if many of you reading this, know me other than the writer behind The Social Exchange, or the chick who writes a bunch of posts on business, social media and leadership? If anyone doesn’t know me at all and interested in finding out more about how it changed my life; you can read that here, on The Good Web Guide website.

Tonight’s post came out of a desire to find a place where I could talk about the above-mentioned areas, which I am passionate about, and The Social Exchange was a place where I could do that away from previous blogs where I have shared other kinds of posts (also motivational) – it seems I am challenged to write anything outside of motivational;  when it comes to writing for myself. However, today I have been inspired and encouraged to write this post, just because I can.

Sometimes structure is good, and writing formal posts that address business is great, but there are also times where we can get stuck and in a rut and that my friend is why I am waffling on, in this post, to help myself more than anyone, break out.

Life is multifaceted, and I am too. I want to write about fashion, and baking, and books, and fiction and heck I want to write about anything I want. Ideally I want to write about it and engage with some other folks on the subject of choice, hence why I called it the ‘social’ exchange.

So what’s stopping me?

That is the million dollar question.

This battle to be structured and stay on point is a tiresome battle at times. Maybe a girl just wants to have a little fun once a while and post pictures of cool things:

Like this…

..and this…

No not a ring. 😛 Just the box! Like cake in a jar, who doesn’t like good surprises? Or going to exotic places?

Do you want to know the cool thing about all this venting in this way?  This is exactly what many businesses need to do, open up! Shed a little humour, colour; show a splash of personality for crying out loud! Let’s have a little fun, like innocent, or a send a greeting card with moo. The most amazing thing about creating a space to do that – whether it be Instagram, Facebook, Twitter or a blog – is can express who we are as a team, as a company, as a individual for not other alternative reason that just because we can.

This is The SOCIAL Exchange, right?

Well I just exchanged something, how about you do too!

How long is a piece of string?

Traveling through the world of journalism, digital media, and publishing I have come across several guidelines, opinions and commentary on how long an article, feature, news piece, vox pop, blog, web content, and book should be.

I’ve even asked the question to those who have gone before me, and the conclusion I have finally reached in all of these areas are; as long as you want.

However; in certainly areas, as long as you want must take into consideration the end user, reader, or listener.

If you can sum up a story in one sentence, then why not use just one line to say it. If I learnt one thing in my degree it would be this; write what you have to say, and cut the fat.