Learning To Write At Technorati
These are my first steps of writing at Technorati. Imagine yourself in a boat. You don't know how to swim.
Your elder brother have told you right after when away from the beach that; 'he was going to throw you into the water'. He's aim was to have you chopping for dear life. That was the way he learned to swim he said.
When this happened, I was at age of six. Did I succeed? Yes ı did. That day, for dear life, I chopped as hard as I could, and manage to stay on the water.
Today I'm 60+3 in age. It seems that, this time I've put in water myself to the 'Deep Oceans of Technorati'.
Am I capable, or will I be having enough effort to stay on the surface of Technorati? Or will I sink, and drown?
The ones who has the experience of swimming in different waters, — fresh or salt — wavy, streamy, windy etc., or swimming in a pool, in a river, a lake, and sea, can also be added to this classification, should and must keep in mind, that each of these different waters have their own formats, their unique characteristics.
To be successful in the mission of 'swimming', it needs applying the necessary basics, but in different rules, compatible with each one of the waters concerned.
Probably, all of these waters have been experienced by most of us. But 'ocean' is the superb of all waters. Deepest, biggest, widest, finest, and the most spectacular.
Ocean is also known and named as; cruelest, merciless, and above all the feared most.
Despite all the positive, but heavily negative mentioned appellations of 'Oceans', she is least known, still the most famous, most mysterious, the such a thing is that, she is still the most curious, and most fabulous.
After all these chit-chats of ocean, let me mention about how I feel of stepping into the unfamiliar 'giant' oceans of Technorati.
For long years of educational official work, I was accustom to writing formal, scientific etc. notes, texts, and articles. But I'm retired now. I am eager to write what's really inside of me. The work, happily but painly busyness with the family, and finally rushy traffic of all kinds within the natural flow of life, kept me static all those years.Continued on the next page