What would a blog be without merchandising?
1. Blog Writer ~ will work for comments.
2. I’ll send you a link.
3. The Goldfish are getting the axe.
4. I sold a book. Thanks mom.
5. Blogging is (?) for everyone.
Hello friends. Good to see you. New visitors welcome.
It’s another beautiful day in Italy. There is a smell of fresh brewed coffee, the kids are sleeping and the sun is rising. I live out in the country surrounded by fields of vegetables and orchards. Because of what is called the lowlands, in the morning there is a nice white fog that extends the distance.
Sometimes while I’m driving to work, I see this white fog after a snow fall. It’s quite magical actually. It reminds me of the scene in Narnia when Lucy enters into the magical forrest. I’d have to say it’s my favorite time of the day when you are between two places, home and work, just looking at the countryside, watching the birds take off. I see the same man jogging rain or shine.
Figure it out, figure it out, if you don't know how to do it, figure it out.
I notice the colors of the old withering farmhouses. I try to think of words that describe the soft colors of Italy.
The best words that I can come up with are soft butter, avocado and peach. Most of the old buildings are crumbling. I dream that I rebuild the home into a villa. Then I think, no, why would I do that? It’s so beautiful just the way it is.
Spring is around the corner.
I can smell spring. It’s feels like a light sensation. The air is different. You notice that the cold chill in the air has a hint of sunshine in it. You notice the grass is starting to perk and somehow smile. All the blades like little soldiers inviting kids to roll and play.
The anticipation for spring is so strong, your hearts and minds start to see flowers. It’s a thrilling moment when the same snow covered field one day blooms. As we drive past fields of flowers, our family likes to say the colors, pink, pink, yellow, red, white, look, there’s purple.
Foggy mornings turning into sunshine days. Yeah!
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen. Emmerson
I truly am happy to have you here with me. When I was just a little girl hum Doris Day, I wanted to be a published writer. I bought the beautiful empty diaries with angel covers. The first entry on the first page was always exciting with the anticipation of what I would write.
Life presents us with the solutions we are looking for.
As I write, I think of the people who have come across my words. Is writing crazy? Is it the same as talking to yourself in the mirror? If so, or, if not, even if people comment, the actual ACT of writing is me talking to me, right? Or is is you? See the confusion? I do. It’s ok though.
Be awesome. Be authentic. Be inspirational.
Zero to Blog the film, the movie, the ebook
If you can’t trust a mother and a teacher than who can you trust? What I’m trying to say is this. This ebook, Zero to Blog has been a journey of it’s own. I feel like the book wrote itself because it is information presented in a clear way to help people get their blogs on line. Then a horrible monster called fear, sales, distribution and marketing snuck in the back door adding a whole set of new spices to the mix.
Lisa, how do you feel about?
As a blog writer you have to figure it all out. I like that though. As my Uncle Richie says, Figure it out, figure it out, if you don’t know how to do it, figure it out.
I suppose I watched too much of Sex in the City and thought there was an actual book launch party. Maybe there are. In my real life, it didn’t quite go that way. The book launch party idea was to have a giveaway and a book signing. Well, it’s a digital book.
No bookstore. No signing. Or, digital bookstore online books signing party!
The give away IS a beautiful new oil painting of flowers I made. That idea went awry when my youngest son said he wanted it. It is beautiful. How can I say no to him? What more can a mother ask for than to paint a picture and have their children not only like it, but want it? Maybe that’s my biggest gift. Don’t give up hope friends. There’s another picture I think you would love.
Crazed Artist Desperately Looking for Marketing and Sales Tips
Beautiful just the way it is.
I had to the idea to take the pictures off the walls and make color copies of them. Is that thinking big? Is that big picture? What should I do, call my sister and say, hey Lisa, you know that picture I sent you from Italy hung on your wall?
Maybe I’m not as good at sales and distribution as I thought. For now, I hope you enjoy looking at my art gallery.
Julie
Now it’s your turn. I would like to know what you are working on. What is your favorite time of day? What images make you happy? What are ways can you describe color? What does your commute to work look like? What kind of marketing tips can you offer me? How would you handle the sale of a new ebook?
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After reading my dowloadable ebook Zero to Blog available for only $14.97 my friend from California, Tana set up her blog and thanked me over ten times on facebook. That’s enough Tana 
Everyday something new. Today it’s Italy.
March 6, 2010 by http://julieangelos.com
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I was thinking about what makes this blog interesting and why there is growth and why I love it. I know it has to do with the reader, but I think it has to be about the creativity aspect. Every day something new. I am a teacher in my real life. In my blog life, I keep coming up with new ideas for you, like the ebook, the art gallery, the 43 new languages and all the great links.
Every day something new.
Sometimes, I cannot wait to get to my computer to see if I can make these ideas appear. I sketch out some plans, usually during History class. History class is intense. I have such a hard time studying history. It’s a series of wars, dates and conquests.
Maybe it’s a guys thing. I just can’t stand the fact that there is war in the world. If I don’t write about it maybe it won’t be true. Besides, you guys didn’t pop in here for a History lesson! We are covering World War II right now. Alliances, defectors. I feel like a defector at the moment for having left my beautiful United States of America for the wonderful and brilliant Italy.
The high schools in this country don’t have school sports. How crazy is that? Most kids participate in sports but they are not at the schools.
♥ I'm so proud of you.♥
When I am in front of the class, for example a couple of days ago I had an AWESOME class I got to teach.
We did a music lesson, then a question answer about USA. They wanted to know about if it’s beautiful or not. If it’s like what they see in TV. Seeing how these kids will buy everything I say and it was dead silent, I didn’t want to influence them. I didn’t want to tell them how I find it absolutely wonderful, beautiful and all the things they probably would hope to hear.
In fact, I avoided the answer completely by pointing to a map and showing them where California is.
What isn’t so wonderful for me in USA was my broken heart and my broken family. I’ll give you a great example. One day I went home to Santa Monica after a six month long stint working in Paris, France and Munich, Germany. Europe.
I went home to a big and beautiful empty apartment in Santa Monica, California, right by the beach. Everything functioning, everything new, complete with remote control for the garage and the automatic car. Cool bike too.
Back to Santa Monica
After about four days of completely unwinding I found everybody had left me COMPLETELY alone. There was a complete absence of interaction with people. Maybe only in my mind. If I called someone, I would always have a good talk. On one hand, I find it fantastic the freedom that that kind of environment provides.
You can literally decide every day what you want to do. For me, it became more of a decision of how to fill the hours. I tried to plan each evening after work with a special friend or relative.
You hold my heart.♥
Still, while living here in Italy I find that is NEVER true. Call them wonderful, call them insistent, call them invasive or nosy, call them what you want, the Italians have opened their arms to me and never let me go. It’s the feeling that no matter what you do you have an open invitation. If you don’t go to the next social event I will be certain to get the call or email or facebook comment that says, Hey, where were you?
Perhaps I needed to give living in America more time. I dream of space. I dream of open fields. But for now, Italy holds my heart, holds my hand and guides me through my new journey.
Now it’s your turn. I’d like to hear about your life
Where are you joining me from? Have you ever dreamt about living abroad? Do you think your life could be different by changing physical places or do you think that no matter where you go, you bring yourself with you? Are people plants who need to grow where they are planted? Or or they free to take the road less travelled and see where life leads them?
Julie
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