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Archives for March 2012

The Bad Pitches Bloggers Sometimes Receive

March 13, 2012 by Jack Steiner 25 Comments

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Once upon a time your friend Jack worked for a manufacturer that made tools for cutting concrete. Our line included saws, drills and the blades/corebits that were used for the aforementioned equipment.

During my time there I held a number of different positions several of which involved speaking with customers and prospective customers about what particular items they should purchase. Quite a few of those conversations involved discussions in which I would explain why it was worth paying more for a diamond blade as opposed to a cheaper alternative.

Even though the diamond blades cost more they were more durable and lasted longer. That translated into providing the operator with the ability to work with fewer interruptions which generally meant that the job would take less time.  You see every time a blade would wear out they would have to stop cutting to change it. That wasn’t necessarily a long process but it lent itself to being an excuse for another smoke break or other things of this nature.

Most of the time my customers would agree with me and we would move on to ironing out which unit and how many they needed. I always thanked them for their business and assured them that they would get what they paid for.

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Segmented-Diamond-Blade_73049-480×360 (Photo credit: Public Domain Photos) Once upon a time I could tell you all about blades like this.

PR, Brands, Guest Posts and Bloggers

It has been about 13 years or so since I left the company but recent events here at TheJackB reminded me of my time there. During the past week I have received a number of pitches that made me shake my head and a few that made me laugh, but not in a good way.

My goal here isn’t to embarrass or shame any of the people/companies that I have corresponded with so I won’t use any names so unless you reveal yourself in the comments consider your identity protected.

Let’s start with the pitches that were addressed to “Dear Mom Blogger” and those that didn’t use a name but just said “Hi, I have been reading your blog.” Uh, no you haven’t. If you had you would know my name and that I am most assuredly not a mom. Some of you might call me a different sort of mother but we’ll save that discussion for a different time.

We move on to the pitches in which people offered to write a guest post for me provided that I included a link to their site on the blog. That is called advertising and I have specific rates that I charge for it here. I tend to think of those as spam but I usually send a response letting the writer know what my ad rates are for various ad units.

Really?

The next set of pitches came from people/companies that would like for me to review their product/service. Some of them didn’t provide any sort of angle or reason why my readers and I would be interested. I generally categorize those as being among the “throw mud at the wall to see what sticks” crowd.

It is not necessarily offensive but it is not very effective either.

What does irk me are the pitches I receive in which I am asked to review a product without having the chance to try it myself. If you send me a pitch telling me that the new skeedlebop is great for children I’ll say great. I have kids and I like being able to stay on top of cool things for them.

But if I can’t test that skeedlebop myself I am certainly not going to write about it. That is bad for you and bad for me. It hurts my integrity and yours.  That ties into an experience that several blogging buddies encountered with a manufacturer of a particular cellphone.

They were sent the phone by the manufacturer but were expected to pay for the cost of the service. This is poor form and reflects badly on the manufacturer. It doesn’t cost that much more to pay for the service. You don’t really expect us to pay to activate the phone and cover the minutes do you.

We could also tie in the review/giveaways as well. If you ask a blogger to put in several hours worth of work so that they can give away a $10 gift card you are getting away with murder.

I assume that you aren’t intentionally trying to exploit them but in effect that is what you do when you pay them to work pennies per hour. I’ll also readily admit that it irritates me because the net result is that blogger devalues my work and every other writer.

Or maybe it is intentional. Maybe you went to the Tony Soprano school of business and graduated with a degree in shakedown.

Ultimately it is better for everyone if we do a better job to work together. If you want me to take you seriously take a moment read my blog. Don’t send me an email that says “Dear Mommy blogger” or starts off with “Every mom needs.”

Unless you are trying to promote some charity or raise awareness to save starving children don’t ask me to print your press release verbatim. I won’t do it and if I did my readers would see right through it. Take the extra few minutes to read my blog, tell me why it is important.

There is a good chance that I’ll agree and maybe we’ll work together and come up with something better. Your time is worth more than that and so is mine.

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Filed Under: Blogging, Writing

Finish What You Start- The Ides of March Are Upon Me

March 13, 2012 by Jack Steiner 7 Comments

Enjoy a journey on The Mighty JackB- Ship of Dreams

The image above was created with a Wordle.  The words in the image are all drawn from this blog. Sometimes I like to use Wordle to try and see what sort of things I am talking about in my blog.

I know that sounds silly, but sometimes I get lost here too. Sometimes I get so caught up in the chaos and cacophony of daily life that I miss things. So I try to do what I can to slow down. take a deep breath and just look around.

That is important, slowing down that is. I stop, close my eyes and take stock of my life.  Look, listen and give thanks. It is not an exaggeration to say that I actively work at doing this. But it is not an exaggeration to say that I am not always good at it.

My mind races at a 198.322 miles a minute. It means that when I am on my game I am good. It means that if all cylinders are firing you don’t want to take me on in a game of Trivial Pursuit because I’ll bury you in mounds of useless minutiae. I can’t tell you why so much of that stuff is collected inside my melon or why I am so good at recalling it.

But there are two sides to everything, unless you are  triangle in which case there are three. Anyhoo, the flip side is that sometimes I can get lost in analysis. Sometimes I can over think things and get mired in the muck and morass you find in analysis.

It means that sometimes when I am feeling a little beat up I can get lost in the world inside my head. It is a beautiful world. It is amazing, inspiring, and incredible inside. It is also cold, damaging and dangerous. There are beasties that will eat you up and magicians that can save your soul.

I never lose sight of the fact that the wizard is a man. He always has been. I didn’t need Dorothy, Toto or the Scarecrow to tell me that.

Finish What You Start

Yesterday I wrote about how Dad Bloggers could use Amazon to make money writing. Someone pointed out that you don’t have to be a dad blogger to use Amazon so I am confirming here that they are correct. Every now and then I do something to try and help my SEO efforts, but that is a side note.

The real point is that for a while now I have felt like I am running in mud and not finishing all that I start. It is beyond irritating and something that cannot continue. I mention it because the things that aren’t getting finished are related to Amazon effort.  I am not making as much progress with some efforts as I want to and I need to figure out what is holding me back.

I have to hold myself accountable for the majority of that. I have to look at the guy in the mirror and ask him if he has any intention of kicking it from 3rd into 4th or maybe even 5th.

We all have crap to deal with. We all have challenges. When I look at my March archives they are filled with a slew of posts that relate some of the ones I am dealing with.  One of the reasons that I look back at these is because it also delineates progress. It gives me a way to see that I am moving ahead even when it doesn’t feel like I am.

I am not Caesar. You won’t find Brutus and company stabbing me in the back with a bunch of knives and if they do you can bet they’ll be surprised. Who wears a Kevlar vest under his toga? Jack does, that is who.

Small Victories

So the plan is to break it all up into small bite size pieces. Divide and conquer is the order of the day. Plan and execute, plan and execute.

What is holding you back? Or should I ask who is holding you back? Are you going to let them do it or will you break those chains. Me, I am my own worst enemy and biggest critic, but I already knew that.

That should give me an edge on figuring out how to shut that loud mouth up. How about you. What are you waiting for.

 

Filed Under: Life

The Private School Versus Public Dilemma

March 12, 2012 by Jack Steiner 4 Comments

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“Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered–either by themselves or by others.”
– Autobiography of Mark Twain

I don’t quite know why I picked that particular quote other than it jumped out and asked me to use it. Or maybe it is because I am asking for my own inner genius to be discovered, not by Mensa but by millions of people who believe that they cannot live without my words. Consequently they will pay a reasonable sum to procure my prose for their own enjoyment.

Money isn’t the answer for everything but in regard to my current school dilemma it is most definitely the answer. That is because if money were no object I would send him back to the same school again. This is a far more painful process than I could have imagined and it makes me feel foolish.

Plan Ahead

I feel foolish because it seems like every year I agonize about where to send the kids to school. It makes me wonder why I just don’t beat myself over the head with a baseball bat. It is much faster and probably more effective than the mental mind fuck I put myself through.

When I look back and ask why I didn’t plan better I have to remind myself that I did. We bought a smaller house than the one we really wanted. It was because we figured we would live their for two years and leverage it into a bigger house in the neighborhood with the good public school. My oldest was ten months. It made sense, two years wasn’t that long and kindergarten was still off in the distance.

But life happened. Things happened.

I should have known better. I have seen firsthand how life can throw crap at you. I have been through earthquakes, riots and forest fires. I have buried friends. Some died from cancer and some got hit by cars. I have been to at least 40 funerals. I should have known better.

I couldn’t have known better. I couldn’t have predicted that things would go as they did. Couldn’t have predicted most of these things. Shouldn’t beat myself up about what I can’t control.

My Arch Enemy

If I am a superhero I am also a super villain. The man of steel carries his own Kryptonite. It is part of why I blog. I dig deep and search for the solutions to the situations that surround me.

More than a few of them are solved with relatively little fan fare but there are those that make me a bit crazier. I am a father. It is my job to be concerned.

I played two hours of basketball tonight. Two glorious hours of running up and down the court with friends. Scored 11 points in one game. Eleven points out of 15 total. Those points came because I have been practicing. Those points came because I have been putting time into improving my game.

I wish that my kids could have seen me. I wish they could have seen how all the time I put in paid off. I like teaching moments. I like being able to show them examples of cause and effect. When we talk about needing courage to live and how some things are a question of dignity  I want to provide real life examples.

Would You Read These Words

I have been pushing hard to try and get more readers to this blog and over to Words Left Unwritten. It is a story that I am writing that has been very well received. Quite a few people have said that they really like it and told me they can see it being turned into a book.

That has been the goal all along to turn it into a book. I feel pretty good about it but there are moments where I read my words and think it is not quite what I want and that it is not good enough. I lack perspective on it. Would love for more people to read it and share their thoughts.

I just deleted about 250 words that I didn’t like. They were missing the rhyme and reason that I require to hit my standard. Been listening to music for the last 35 minutes and have decided that I really should be a musician.

I should be the guy who carries a guitar and can play almost anything. I can picture myself as this mysterious stranger who plays in small coffee shops, bars and restaurants. You’d listen to me play blues, rock and love songs. You’d hear a soft sweet voice sing and then morph into something deeper, louder and more powerful.

Too bad I don’t have any talent for it. If I found a genie I’d ask for that to be one of my wishes. Oh and I’d ask for enough money to never have to worry about paying for school again.

This post is part of the Just Write Project. Click on this link and learn more about it.

Filed Under: Just Write

Does Father Really Know Best?

March 11, 2012 by Jack Steiner 16 Comments

I stood on the lawn of my parent’s home and watched my grandmother drive that big red Cadillac towards me. She was legally blind so I made a point to move farther away from the curb. Couldn’t figure out why she was driving and then I remembered that grandpa was next door. I walked over and knocked on the door. I didn’t recognize the person who answered but I could see grandpa sitting in a recliner.

He heard me asking for him and walked to the door. I looked at him and said, “Zayde, vos macht esteh?” That is Yiddish for “Grandpa, how are you? He wouldn’t have said that I was speaking Yiddish. He would have said that I was speaking “Jewish.”

The strange thing about it was that we rarely spoke in Yiddish and when we did it was in fragments. We spoke English. Anyway, he took my hand and we walked outside and grandma was standing in the driveway. Grandpa practically ran over to her. I watched him take her hand and they got lost in their world. And then I remembered that grandma was dead.

She died two years ago.

I stared at the two of them and they turned and smiled at me. I woke up a short time later and remembered the grandpa died last August, a week before my sister’s wedding. It took a few minutes for it to sink in, but when it did I smiled again. I just wish that I could have seen them dance one more time.

All of the grandparents are gone and each generation has moved up a notch. It is the natural progression of things and I am good with it. But there are moments where I look in the mirror and search for wisdom in the eyes that look back at me.

There is hope and there is joy in those eyes. But there is concern, fatigue and some uncertainty too. That man wonders about the contradiction he feels each day. It is the unwavering confidence that everything will work out because he’ll find a way and the fear that maybe his faith in his abilities is misplaced. I don’t trust people who say they never second guess themselves.

But I think about things and I remember what life was like when my dark haired beauty entered the world. My tiny dancer arrived two days after dad’s triple bypass. Since then I have stormed the gates of heaven and forced my way in. Been thrown down into the pits of hell and fought my way out of there and now neither side wants me.

I am good with that. There is far too much to do here and l have more than enough energy left to continue wreaking havoc for a spell longer.

Defend Yourself

Sunday morning comes and we head out to the soccer fields. The dark haired beauty has another game today. The other team is filled with girls who play a very rough and aggressive style. My daughter gets knocked down twice and I can see that she is getting frustrated.

The whistle blows and the girls run to the sidelines to grab a sip of water. “Abba, they are not playing fair!” I shake my head at her. “Don’t worry about whether life is fair. You need to play harder now. Defend yourself. If that means knocking another girl over than knock her over. Use your shoulders to create space. I can’t help you here, this is your time to figure it out.”

I hate seeing her get knocked about, but I have faith in her. I kiss her head, whisper “I love you” and send her back on the field. What she doesn’t know is that if I was out there I would have already run through a couple of players. The intent/goal isn’t to hurt anyone but to establish boundaries. If you play ball with me you’ll learn very quickly what I will tolerate and what I won’t.

But I am not playing, she is. She has to figure this part out. It is good for her and it will help build her self confidence. Her brother tugs on my arm and tells me that I gave good advice.

Dreams

Was my dream merely my subconscious telling me that I am thinking about my grandparents. It is plausible. My grandfather’s birthday is this week. The kids asked a few questions about him the other day. Maybe I was thinking about him for long enough that they just popped back up.

Or maybe not. Maybe they really did come to visit, although I have to wonder why they looked like they did close to the ends of their lives and why they weren’t a bit younger.

They could have taken twenty years off and I still would have recognized them. Hell if I know. Dream or not it was nice to see them. It is too bad they aren’t here to see their great grandchildren because they would be so proud.

I don’t know if father knows best but I do know that I try my best and I guess that is all we can do.

Filed Under: Children

How A Dad Blogger Uses Amazon To Make Money From Writing

March 11, 2012 by Jack Steiner 17 Comments

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I am not just a writer, I am also a dad blogger which means I have all sorts of street cred that the ordinary Joe doesn’t have. I can change diapers, assemble and disassemble, cribs, strollers, pack-n-plays, sippy cups and I cook. Not microwave or reheat, I can cook real meals on a stove, barbecue or oven.

Not only that I can do it in the midst of a playground while covered in various bodily fluids and or while negotiating peace treaties between feuding children. Women swoon when they see me holding a baby or reading a story to their children.

You can only imagine what I can do when not fighting to find a quiet place to work where I am covered in mysterious substances or listening to preteens sing along to horrible pop music.

Use Amazon To Make Money From Writing

Here is how I intend to use Amazon to make money from writing, Kindle Singles. Yes, that is right I haven’t actually done it yet but I am going to. I have reviewed the submission requirements and I see opportunity. Take a look at this:

We’re looking for compelling ideas expressed at their natural length–writing that doesn’t easily fall into the conventional space limitations of magazines or print books. Kindle Singles are typically between 5,000 and 30,000 words.

A Kindle Single can be on any topic. So far we’ve posted fiction, essays, memoirs, reporting, personal narratives, and profiles, and we’re expanding our selection every week. We’re looking for high-quality writing, fresh and original ideas, and well-executed stories in all genres and subjects.

Full disclosure: I haven’t done it yet. I owe my friend LaRae a thank you for linking to a New York Times article that motivated me to start working on a few projects.

For writers, there’s money to be made here. Amazon offers 70 percent of the royalties to its Singles authors. The all-time best-selling Single, a short story titled “Second Son,” by Lee Child, the British-born thriller writer, was originally published by Delacorte Press; it is priced at $1.99 and has sold more than 180,000 copies.

So far Amazon has issued more than 160 Singles, at a rate of 3 per week. It has fairly strict rules for the nonfiction it selects. No excerpts from books. Generally no expanded versions of articles that have appeared elsewhere. Barnes & Noble offers similar material in its Nook Snaps series, and Apple has Quick Reads on its iBookstore, but neither is offering original material.

I don’t expect this to be easy. It is possible that my submissions will be rejected but I am ok with that. I like working for things and don’t mind being pushed to do better. This post you are reading now is being composed on the fly.  It is not particularly good but it is not horrible either.

Don’t expect that of my Kindle Singles. That is a project that I will spend an appropriate amount of time working on. I see 0pportunity because there are so many stories that could and should be told. People want to read them.

At a buck a pop people are willing to take a shot on someone they don’t know. It costs less than their morning cup of Joe and in theory can provide an enormous amount of pleasure.

Once you get established and have developed a body of work it will become easier to find more writing jobs. More opportunities will arise and that is something worth getting excited about, at least it is for me.

My dream and desire is to earn enough money to become a full time writer. I want to get paid to sit on the porch of my beach house and write. I want to get paid to sit in a cabin in the mountains and write about what I see when I watch the snow fall.

And I am going to do it. This is how it starts by writing a post that makes me accountable to myself and provides a tool to use to visualize my goal. I invite you to join me on my journey. Subscribe to the blog and or become a fan of my Facebook page.

It is all part of my dream. What about you? Do you have a dream and if so, are you trying to make it into your reality?

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  • How To Be A Dad Blogger Part 9,872 (thejackb.com)

Filed Under: Writing

Another Musical Intermission

March 10, 2012 by Jack Steiner 6 Comments

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It is just another day in paradise here. 75 degrees, clear blue skies and endless possibilities for fun.  Sadly I have to spend a portion of my day at the computer working on a couple of projects.

Oh the joy of deadlines. But since I know many of you want to know what music is accompanying me this morning let me provide you with a quick rundown of song and artist.

Against the Wind– Bob Seger

We’ve Got Tonight– Bob Seger

She’s a Butterfly – Martina McBride (daughter loves this one)

Kashmir– Led Zeppelin

Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin

Old Alabama– Brad Paisley

Brilliant Disguise– Bruce Springsteen

Secret Garden- Bruce Springsteen

Bulls On Parade– Rage Against The Machine

Sabotage– The Beastie Boys (someone somewhere has footage of me jumping off the second story of a building with this song playing. FWIW, I was a twenty-something year old kid who had no responsibilities. Ah, the stunt man days are long behind me.)

Just for kicks here are a few old posts you might like reading

  • She Dances
  • Advanced Potty Training Techniques Needed
  • A Little Digestive Distress- Chicken Vindaloo
  • The Blogger I Want To Be

 

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