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In an attempt to find an audience, I stumbled onto a remarkable site: Bloglovin'

My intent in creating this blog was to experiment with various writing ideas--commentaries, fiction pieces, poetry, product reviews. Basically a raw and fevered attempt to find a way to connect with others through the written word. Writing, it turns out, is a difficult habit to maintain when there is nothing pressing back against you. For me, the constraints of external input act as a catalyst for change, exploration, experimentation. Don't like something I've written? Tell me and I'll try a different tact on the same subject or attempt to tackle a completely new area.

Without an audience, I'm floating in a vacuum with no idea which way to push next. So, in the spirit of finding said audience, I have begun to reach out to various writing groups, forums and now "Bloglovin'" Do yourself a favor and check 'em out. It makes keeping up with content a simple, elegant affair. There's even apps for iOS and Android devices to make the experience even more convenient.

It's funny. I joined looking to bolster my own viewership and have just lost the last hour and a half to reading some of the stellar content made visible through this remarkably simple, clean and intuitively organized service. Did I mention it was also FREE?


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