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Archives for October 2014

Finding A New Home

October 20, 2014 by Jack Steiner 4 Comments

Sweet Home Under White Clouds

One day I am going to look out from my porch, backyard or the balcony of my bedroom and see endless blue skies peppered with clouds and smile.

It is going to be a different sort of smile than people have seen on my face for a while. It won’t be the kind of smile that is reserved only for a special someone but the one a person gives when they realize they have weathered the storms of life and come out the other side.

Part of the joy of blogging is the way it allows you to chronicle your journey through life and this one has seen me hit some of the highest and lowest moments I could have ever imagined hitting.

I don’t read The Story Of A House- The Final Days very often because I haven’t put enough distance between me then and me now.

Sometimes I still hear the echoes of the past and I make the mistake of opening the door and walking back in the room. I know exactly what I am going to see and the combination of frustration and anger lingers in the air.

That guy screaming into the phone at the faceless person on the other end who refused to acknowledge the importance of the matter and told me that if I had been a better provider was truly lucky they were not face-to-face with me. I might have actually earned a pair of silver bracelets that day.

I had spent more than a year talking to loan agents of every sort and had applied to hundreds of jobs. Loading and unloading trucks, writing jobs, construction jobs, marketing, grocery stores and more yet nothing came through but more bills.

I wasn’t in that position because I had been living beyond my means. I was in that position because after almost a decade of working for the same company I had been let go.

Live And Learn

For a while I thought if I could just hold on a bit longer I would be able to save the house and keep the children in school. But I was wrong and all I did was empty my savings and a big chunk of my retirement account.

The net effect in the short term kept us in the house and them in school for several years longer than we should have been. We should have bitten the bullet and made the hard decision much sooner.

We should have sold it and gotten out years sooner. I would have had more money in the bank and less aggravation now.

But we didn’t do it and sold it those years down the road.

Most of the time I shrug my shoulders and smile. I did what I thought was best to protect the family. I kept a stable home for the kids for a long while and by the time we had to move they were older and better equipped for it.

Or at least this is what I tell myself.

Some nights I believe it and even convince myself that it prepared us for the days to come but there are those moments where live and learn is an expression that angers me because it is so…trite.

But most of the time I don’t think about these things because none of it matters any more. What happened is in the past and what is done is done.

Most of the time when I look back at old posts it is to find funny stories like The Sloppy Kisser or fun stories about the kids.

Gratitude

It is important to me to point out we were never homeless. No one ever went hungry by anything but choice and I am grateful. We got some help from family and figured out how to make a go of it on our own again.

But it doesn’t negate the hard feelings nor would I want it to.

When they come and I think about where I have been I view them as proof that I am not some sort of slacker who fell down because he was a lazy fool.

I was just one of those people who got caught in the times. Doesn’t matter if it was destiny, bad luck, karma or coincidence because the operative word here is was.

Now I want to take was and change it again.

I want to find a new home and establish some roots for a while. I want to be somewhere for a while and know I am going to be there.

The name is Jack Steiner, not Jack Reacher.

I can do and have done the Reacher bit but that is not what I want, at least not now.

What Comes Next?

I am not entirely certain what comes next. If I said I know things some people would roll their eyes and tell me to come up with something new.

My response is simple, I will and I am.

It makes me think of a text I got when I landed last year and I was driving back to my apartment. It said ‘welcome home’ and something about that has always felt and sounded right.

Can’t say today if there is anything to it or not but I am less worried about the place and more concerned with the feeling. I am ready to have that moment where I look out at the sky and know I am home.

Filed Under: Life

Are You Giving Out Bad Blogging Advice?

October 20, 2014 by Jack Steiner 8 Comments

Master Gone Away

A bad case of stupid seems to be going around.

Some people blame it on Mercury being in retrograde, but not me. I just call it people being people.

Does that make me less compassionate or more realistic? I don’t know but I do know that telling people to only write when they have something to say is a great way to kill productivity.

The intention is good and the idea is solid but good intentions don’t always lead to good results. Neville Chamberlain had good intentions when he rolled over for Hitler but students of history know that instead of saving lives it led to more bloodshed.

Writing Is A Habit/Skill

Writing is a skill and like any other it can be improved through exercise. It is also a habit and like any other habit it is impacted by how you approach it.

I don’t have hard numbers to share but my best guess is if you let yourself develop a habit of only blogging when you have something to say you might not blog with the sort of frequency that allows you to build a readership and improve your skills.

That is because many if not most of us are fighting our internal editor, the one that says our words aren’t as eloquent as others and our ideas aren’t as interesting.

One of the best and most important things you can do to improve as a writer is to write daily. One of the best and most important things you can do as a blogger is to think about topics to write about each day.

The idea here is to train yourself to write when you don’t feel like writing and to learn how to develop ideas for posts even when you don’t feel like doing so.

If you take these ideas to heart and work upon them you will start to see progress and improvement in both areas. The writing will become easier and so will coming up with ideas for blog posts.

There are those people who disagree and will tell you my suggestions is off base because it might impact the quality of your content and that lesser quality content will have a negative effect upon finding readers.

They are missing the boat.

Quality content is always important but the person who doesn’t perform regular maintenance on their home risks more. The degradation and deterioration of skills doesn’t happen in one fell swoop but over time.

Think of it as being similar to regular check ups at the dentist/doctor.

You don’t have to floss or brush your teeth but if you don’t there is no doubt that sooner or later your teeth and gums will show issues that you could have avoided.

Are You Giving Out Bad Blogging Advice?

Are you giving out bad blogging advice is the subject line of an email I received not long ago but it is not what made me decide to write this today.

Blog posts about blogging are the low hanging fruit of the blogosphere. There are 1,982,382 of them and thousands more that are created by the minute but they also happen to be among the most highly trafficked.

So when I took a look at my stats the other day I noticed there had been a small drop off and wondered what the cause was. It is normal to see some play in the readers because their time is limited and unless you consistently provide them with content that is entertaining/educational some will drop off.

Sometimes it is because they are bored or feel like they have learned all they can. Sometimes it is because they just don’t have time to read any more and they go elsewhere.

While it is nice to know the reasons why they leave you can’t or won’t always know.

Anyway I didn’t take a survey or try to figure out what caused the drop this time. I just accepted that it happened and decided to see if writing a post about blogging would pull some new readers in.

If things go as I hope some of them will read these words and like what they see. They’ll wonder who writes about a bad case of stupid and do they have a closet filled with gold nuggets they wish to share.

The answer is I write about bad cases of stupid going around and I do have gold nuggets in the closet but you’ll have to keep reading to decide if it is 14K or some synthetic variation.

If you ask me I’ll promise to share the diamonds too but sometimes you’ll find the cubic zirconium but only because I am the guy who writes daily and sometimes you strikeout while swinging for the fences.

Join The Journey

But if you are interested in joining me and the others in the journey we’d sure love to have you. The follow me buttons are all over the place and if you leave comments I promise to answer them.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Filed Under: Blogging

Do You Remember Where You Came From?

October 17, 2014 by Jack Steiner 4 Comments

About Writing

Someone asked me how I got into blogging and if I could teach them how to build a blog. The answers to those questions aren’t really a part of this post.

That is because I only have ten minutes before I have to coach soccer practice and I prefer to have time to write about those things. Instead I’ll share a thought that came during the conversation.

Do You Remember Where You Came From?

They didn’t ask me to answer that particular question. It popped into my head…unbidden.

It had more to do with my thinking about the old posts that used to show up more frequently things like Jack’s Experience In the Ladies Room or One Slightly Used Pump For Sale  and Grandma.

Of course when you cover as broad an array of topics as I do it is not unusual to see a variety nor is it unusual to see a blog and blogger evolve.

I like to think that reading through the years here you’ll find evidence of evolution and growth. I like to think that I’ll see plenty of improvement in my writing.

It is part of why my writing has changed or so I think. I am more focused now on the technical and art aspects of writing than I used to be.

Not to mention that as things have changed I have adapted or at least tried to adapt to those changes.

That covers thinking about SEO, paying more attention to headlines and thinking about social media platforms.

But it is also tied into not doing some of the things that used to work.

The Media’s Influence

The timer says I have two minutes left so we’ll cover the media’s influence by saying there was  time when I would clip sections from posts on Yahoo or CNN and include a link to them.

I did it because people responded to the political and or commentary upon current events and because sites like Yahoo and CNN used to link to my stuff.

Hasn’t happened in a while but back in the day quite a bit of traffic came via those avenues.

Might be possible to do something like that again. Might be a way to leverage the size and strength of those platforms but it wouldn’t give me as much pleasure as just writing and focusing on storytelling does.

Doesn’t mean I won’t do it again, but it is not my focus.

Still it doesn’t hurt to remember where you came from.

Filed Under: Blogging

Some Dreams Never Die

October 16, 2014 by Jack Steiner 3 Comments

1967 Chevy Camaro, Joe Ross
1967 Chevy Camaro, Joe Ross

Can’t say when I first started dreaming about a ’67 Camaro, might have been around 14 or 15 when I first began to think about how that car and I would have to connect.

Don’t ask me to tell you how, who, what or why lit that fire because I am not sure. Probably has something to do with Smokey and the Bandit, the Dukes of Hazzard and Evel Knievel.

Boys of a certain age might relate to remembering the days when these were shows, cars and people that caught our eyes and held our attention. There was something about that combination of car, youthful rebellion and a willingness to push the limit that made me lie in bed at night and think about what it might be like to do what they did.

I didn’t want to be Smokey, Luke Duke or Evel– I just wanted to do what they did as Jack Steiner and sometimes I did.

Ain’t No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

When people ask me what I fear most about being a father I say I fear having children like me.

I remember taking off on my bike and going where I wasn’t supposed to be and doing what I wasn’t supposed to do. I remember the surge of adrenaline that sometimes came with doing those things and having moments of doubt and fear replaced by a certainty that I would get through it.

That is what happens when you jump off of roofs, fall out of trees and accidentally place your face against a fist and the consequence is a bruise. You don’t care about bruises because when you are young all you need to do is stare at the bruise and it fades away.

Time passes and you do what children do. You get older but you don’t always get wiser. You just grow more certain that you are just one of those people who is built a certain way and is capable of doing certain things.

When your father says he won’t sign the forms to let you play football and you ask why he says it is because you are “young and dumb and that you like the contact too much.”

You protest his refusal to sign but admit he is right, you do like the contact. When you get to college you’ll start a tradition of playing tackle football without pads every Thanksgiving and you’ll play straight into your forties.

The young guys in their thirties complain about their fear of getting hurt and you’ll shake your head because even though time has taught you that you are not invulnerable you don’t fear serious injury because the people that get hurt are the ones who play scared.

Fear is what causes injury so you don’t worry about it and after the game it is often the college kids who ask you how you play with such ferocity.

“Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down”

Ain’t No Grave – Johnny Cash

The Race You Can’t Win

Not too long ago this blog was filled with posts in which I said I wasn’t happy with the life I was living. That was true, I wasn’t happy.

Wasn’t happy for a host of reasons. Was frustrated by challenges that I hadn’t asked for and hurdles that others erected.  I wondered what the hell was causing the chaos and mused out loud here about possibilities.

And then I thought I got beyond it all. Thought I had figured it all out, more or less and I started to breathe again.

But then I got smacked in the mouth and kicked in the ass.

Been trying to decide if life moved sideways on me again this year or if I haven’t recognized just how lucky I am and have been.

That is because during the past three or four months friends and family mourned the loss of three daughters/sisters and a wife/mother. The three women were all between 32 and 43.

They all were running the race you can’t win.

I’m still running.

There may be days where I feel like I am the damn Phantom of The Opera but I am still running and even though things went sideways I am still standing.

So maybe I shouldn’t be complaining. Maybe I should keep smiling because I am more me than I have been in years. I am more focused and certain of what I want and determined to get it.

“And I was gone and I ain’t back yet

Lookin’ back at the moments, black and white
I wouldn’t change a thing that changed my life
For the worse, for the better
Man, I was gone, gone forever”
Ain’t Back Yet- Kenny Chesney

That is not my Camaro in the picture above. My ’67 and I still haven’t found our way to each other, but I did have quite the relationship with a ’77.

But that doesn’t mean the ’67 and I won’t have our time in the sun. Some dreams don’t die, they just get postponed for a short while. Give me a little time to catch my breath and a couple of extra bucks and that ’67 will find her wheel in my hands.

I’ll make that engine purr and then will come the time of stories that will be bloggable but not shared. 😉

Filed Under: Life

Blogging Doesn’t Need To Have A Point

October 15, 2014 by Jack Steiner 8 Comments

Snow Top
An open road is like a blank page, who knows what you will find on your journey.

Sometimes the way to start a story is by taking a moment to look at what came before.

“If you buy into the mythology promulgated by the people who know about blogging you must do it their way because they have tens of thousands of subscribers, they make tons of moolah and some people call them A-listers.

Man, that would be grand, to be called an A-lister and to know that the 287 people who aren’t related to me and don’t follow me online actually know my name. Come to think of it, I have more Facebook friends than that so maybe I should aim higher.

Don’t worry friends, this is not a passive-aggressive attempt to slam anyone. As I have said before when I choose to go after someone I do it in a way that makes it clear– in other words I use their name or at least their website.

But that is not what this is about.” Blogging Doesn’t Have To Have A Point

Somewhere a group of those who taught me how to write are standing around holding their heads trying to figure out why there is a disturbance in the force.

But not all of them are wincing in pain because there are the few that understood I recognized that every story had a beginning, a middle and an end and that I could I write that way.

They also understood sometimes I had to go about things a different way and that if they let me I would take the long way home but I would always find my way back.

Back then I didn’t have a real good handle on why I chose to do things differently, I just knew that when I did I was happier. Now a thousand years later I still go about this writing process in my own way but if you ask me to explain how, what, why and when I can give you a certified academic answer.

Or I can give the short remark and say the more intuitive and progressive will appreciate it: I blog in this manner because it brings me joy and if you don’t have fun you don’t last as a blogger.

Can You Entertain And Or Educate The Reader?

Sometimes people tell me they still don’t understand my method and ask me for an explanation. I tell them if you are going to write you need to find joy in the journey and if you want people to read you need to entertain and or educate the reader.

It is part of the reason why I have multiple blogs. I need a place to write traditional stories that have a beginning, a middle and an end. I need a place to use as a sort of mind dump where I empty out my thoughts and I need a place that covers some of everything.

The challenge is that when you expand to cover multiple topics it is harder to build a readership. That readership can be a nice thing. It feels good to get feedback and if you want to monetize the blog that readership is a big part of it.

Sometimes I think about focusing on stories about my kids. I can tell you about how when my daughter recited an address instead of saying Unit number XXX she said Hashtag XXX.

Why?

Because she doesn’t look at # and call it pound or number, it is a hashtag to her. There are other stories like that in here. Flip through the pages and you’ll find plenty of them.

There are more that could be written about and shared but now that my kids are older I have to be more cognizant of the boundaries of blogging. Not every story is mine to share any more and I need to be cautious about whether telling one will generate flack at school for them.

I don’t want that. They deserve to walk their own road without having it marked up by dad.

Blogging Doesn’t Need To Have A Point

Great writing is subjective and so is entertaining/educational.

Experience has taught me that sometimes people just enjoy reading whatever you put on paper and that even though you may not think it is very good they get something from it.

Maybe it is like music and they hear the beat you hear in your head while you are typing, I don’t know. I just know that sometimes you can just write for the joy of writing and people will read your words.

They’ll read them and find something in the 27th word or 187th sentence that catches their eye or ear and that will be the thing that keeps them going.

And sometimes that might be the thing that keeps you going, the knowledge the sometimes you don’t have to have a point. You just have to pour some of yourself into a post and people will read.

P.S. The posts below will play a role in some future writing. I am kind of excited about it.

  1. How Did You Become Who You Are?
  2. The Search For The Write Words
  3. Life Is Meant To Be Traveled Along The Field Of Dreams

Hope to see you in the comments.

Filed Under: Blogging

Sometimes Death Smiles At You

October 14, 2014 by Jack Steiner 2 Comments

Sleeping

Death smiled at me and I opened my arms and walked forward to embrace him. I was prepared to feel bony arms encircle me and waiting to feel the cold I was certain radiated from him.

I stared at eyeless sockets and moved forward, uncertain about what would happen or what I would do.

The screams of loved ones echoed in my ears but I ignored their pleas to wait because I was done waiting.

My inner clock had stopped ticking and the incessant buzzing of the alarm pushed me to keep going forward.

I was ready to pay the price for the knowledge I sought and if necessary willing to fight for it.

Across the field I marched watching and waiting to see if his expression or demeanor would change. Don’t know what I expected from an old bag of bones but nothing happened.

Midway through the march my legs grew heavy and it felt like I was walking through waist deep mud.

A flash of light flew through the sky followed by a tremendous boom and I was knocked off of my feet.

It took a moment to clear my head and realize I was lying on back but I didn’t open my eyes.

Instead I saw through my ears and hands.  It wasn’t because my eyes wouldn’t open or didn’t work but because I knew that if I really wanted to know things I needed to rely upon more than just what my eyes were sharing with me.

It was time to rely upon my gut and intuition. Time to find tune out the noise and focus. I wanted to. I was ready and I tried but before I could all went black

*****

The absence of noise bothered me more than the darkness.

I had moved blindly through the forest before and traveled across fields covered by cloudy skies that extinguished the flames of the night sky but the soft sounds of the night had always given me something besides touch to work with.

Tonight there was nothing and the absence of sound was more terrifying than curses. I would have preferred to have listened to the howls of angry demons chasing me than this.

Something about the combination of the two sent goosebumps up my arms and made me want to curl up in a fetal position. Fear didn’t paralyze me. It didn’t let me stop moving, it pushed me forward and made me want to run with reckless abandon without regard for light or concern about what might lie on the path ahead.

It was all I could do to maintain my composure because somewhere in the silence I felt something waiting for me. I could feel it lurking out there but I couldn’t figure out where or what it was.

Was something really out there or was my imagination getting the best of me? I was growing less certain by the moment and I was quickly running out of ways to trick myself into maintaining my calm.

Standing in place, I closed my eyes and took five deep breaths and a memory flashed through my mind.

Many years ago I read a spy novel in which a man had been carefully broken by torture, but not the kind of torture you see in horror movies or stories set in medieval times.

This man was placed in a wetsuit and dropped inside a pool of water. His ears were plugged and his eyes were blindfolded and the net effect was that he lost the ability to determine where he was and all sense of time.

Men of iron will kid about the desire to return to the womb as often as possible and this man had been one of them and he might have stayed that way had he never been subjected to his watery tomb.

Humans are communal creatures by nature and even those who don’t desire or need as much contact require some.

He had none and it didn’t take long for his mind to go searching for someone or something to talk to. Bravery turned to fear and fear turned to anger. Anger looked for an opponent to battle and when it found one it had no fear and no remorse.

The silence didn’t respond to threats or care about mercy. It never broke character or gave any hope because when nothing is there, there is nothing to rely upon, respond to or commune with.

Just an empty place, a hollow spot that occupies space, that can be felt but not seen.

Filed Under: Fragments of Fiction

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