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WE did it!
Last night, I posted a new blog. The blog was about Ariel and I hitting a deer, a year ago. This was a scheduled post, because I had to go to work at 5 p.m. which usually means that I write before hand. I like for all my blogs to come out at 8p.m. More people are likely to be on Facebook at that time, so it is the best time to post a blog. Either way, when I saw the notification that my blog went live, I also got another notification. Fun fact: I posted the same blog twice during the scheduling, so I thought it telling me that blog also went live. But when I went to check the notification it told me that I have officially reached 500 post on Impromtdude. 500th!!!!! POST! That is amazing, guys!

We all have heard my sappy story about why Impromtdude even exist, and how I actually wanted to end this weeks after the launch, but I didn’t because I was nervous. I figured if I deleted this blog, I would never become a writer. This is when I decided to keep it. Since then, I have grinded to make sure I posted daily. I lost my way a few times, but I never gave up. I took a vacation, but I returned. I lost my ideas, but I kept pushing through. Every rocky road led me back to this amazing blog. That is when I decided to stop trying to quit and embrace my love for writing. That is when I bought the domain Impromtdude.com. I knew if I put money into this blog then I wouldn’t want to give up.

Shortly after the purchase, I went on to get apparel going. I shopped the market and found a pretty cheap producer, but you get what you pay for. I went to a more expensive place, but their material didn’t match the price. This year, I plan on making a big impact to this by making apparel a thing for Impromtdude.

Today,  I want to reflect on the last 500 post by answering some of my own questions. Lets take a trip down memory lane; will you join me?

What is my favorite post?

I love the post titled “First love Vs. True love.” This was a post about deciding to help a first love. I had a dream that my first love was in trouble, which made me ask “Could I put my previous feelings aside without hurting my current relationship?” I came to the conclusion that I could because the strength of my love to Ariel outdoes the love I had for Ems.

What post do I remember doing the best?

The post that did the best was my write up on 878, a local rap group. This post gave my blog a huge spark that I ended up keeping for a long time. The fire did simmer down, but I kept a huge following from this post.

What post did I love working on the most?

This is a hard question, because I love all of my work. If I had to grind down to one specific post my favorite would be “Small blogger vs. The world.” This was an inspirational post meant for those who thought they couldn’t beat the odds. The world is full of writers that want to make it, which can make it hard for small beginning bloggers. This usually makes them quit because they think it’s a waste of time to even try. This blog went on to help a lot of people, which was super fun in my opinion.

What can we expect for the next 500 post?

I am excited about the next 500 post. I want to get to 1,000 by the end of the year. I know that is impossible, but I really want it to happen. You should expect more passion coming out of these post. I didn’t know what I was doing 500 post ago, but I have learned so much in this field. I have learned more about grammar, promotion/advertising, humor, people and much more. All this together, we are going to have a great time! Also, expect apparel and more business related items.

I am excited about the next few months. After hitting 500 post, I think I finally found my full happiness. This is important if you want to survive. With this being said, it is time to get serious. I want the next 500 post to be my very best. But for now; I want to say THANK YOU. You guys have been by my side this whole time. You saw some of my most heartfelt post and you have seen my most ridiculous post. Through the changes, you guys have always been there. This brings a lot of happiness to my heart. For that I want to say Thank you. Please keep supporting me. We will make it soon! 2017 is already great with you guys!!!

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Today, I was going to quit. I was going to announce that I was closing the doors to “Impromtdude.” I haven’t been able to get anything written, it’s a bad case of writers block, which has led me to think that I am done as a blogger. With this in my mind, I was set to not renew my domain and deactivate this account. But something happened. I was doing my checkups on FB and I found this quote. 

Seeing this instantly stopped my tirade. I knew that I couldn’t give up, because writers dont give up! For now, I might be a little sketchy on posting, but just give me time, I’ll be back soon!

    I should be working, but that can wait. Yes, you are getting a post from inside my workplace, as I sit in the back and hope for a dead night. I am exhausted, I have pains on my pains, and I am ready to go home! But we shall work through it and press on.
    Effects Sundays will be coming soon. This will be the segment that shows you guys what I work on when I’m not writing. You guys might know about it, but let me discuss a lil further. I am beginning a new journey, well more like starting a new hobby.
   I find that sometimes I get burnt out of writing because it’s the only thing I do. But I find a weird love in making gory things, which is an effects artists job. They are suppose to make it possible to make a cut without actually harming anyone. We have all seen them. Just watch any movie, I am sure they have one SFX art in the movie, especially when it’s a horror/slasher film.
    The reason I love to do this is because I love to watch such movies, I have always been inspired to write and produce a horror movie! If I take on the role of the effects artist also, then I wouldn’t have to pay another person to do so. But with the future aside, right now I want to do two things; get better at writing, further my experience in SFX make-up.
     I have shown you guys the previous work, but what if there’s more? Would you want to see it? If you said yes, then this Sunday Special is just for you!

     SundayEffects will be solely for special effects. Now, I do plan on making multiple effects a week(once my work schedule is balanced) and posting them to Facebook, but SundayEffects will take one of those effects and will tell you; how to do the Effect, how to obtain the materials, the price of the Materials, or other great things. Not all said things will be in every post, though sometimes it will be just me showing my work. But either way, this is going to be an amazing segment, and I think you will love it

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I am taking request on what to make, so please do tell me what effect you want to see!

Welp, back to hell. Goodbye!

Impromtdude

It is late and I haven’t written yet.

Is there anyone out there? Are you listening or are you passing by? I need you to stop what you’re doing and help me. I can’t find my inspiration, anywhere and I am losing hope in finding it. I find it here and there, but it isn’t a strong inspiration, it is more like a spark. I am almost a burnt out candle, with no wick begging people to give me a little more fuel.

All you need to start a forest fire is a spark, so why can’t I set fire to this forest? Why are my sparks of inspiration not enough? Why don’t my sparks lead to something bigger? I will have a great idea, I will take advantage of that idea. This is usually when the fire begins to grow, but then the excitement of that certain project simmers down and I am left in the ashes. I don’t know how to keep the fire going. Should I be worried?
   
    Should I start to fear that I am a seasonal writer, or should I fear that I am not good enough? Being a seasonal writer is like a temp job, you are only needed during certain times. Though that is temp work, being a seasonal writer is when a writer only receives high stats once-in-a-while. Then we have to think “Am I good enough?” Are my post only getting recognized when I post a big project because my other stuff is lame? Are people coming to my blog then never returning because they didn’t enjoy the content, in that case, what can I possibly do?

I’m unsure of the answer, I don’t know what I am going to do.  This is why I come to you. I am a part of this group (Facebook) called “MK WritersBlock,” it is a very nice community of writers that don’t judge. They encourage each other to do amazing things, and they have been encouraging me to continue. This is working now, but I’m slowly getting more and more away from myself. I need a breakthrough.

Sorry this post was more depressing than others, but I’m so confused. I love you guys, thank you for helping me. I need you guys, now more than ever!

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I was watching a YouTuber (Mr. Mattyplays) that spends a lot of time on Fallout. Since fallout 4 is done releasing their Dlcs, Mr.Matty is officially done with this installment. Luckily, he still going to be posting content, though it wont be Fallout, he knows how to make his content amazing. He is one of the best YouTubers from his great material. While I was watching him, he said something that hit a nerve. He was talking about his future and what he was going to do now. As he stated his plan for the future, he told his audience what keeps his content top notch, even if it’s something different. This statement was “You never know what will go viral, so you have to make sure everything is 100%” I was left in shock as it hit home.
I post everyday, but I don’t put my full ability into every post. Some days are hard to get motivated as other days are busier. This usually ends with me posting something fast, just to get something up. The quality is strongly affected by my decisions and leaves me feeling very shameful. I don’t want to do that anymore, though. I want to take pride in my work, because Matty is right, you never know what is going to go viral. I never know who will stumble across my blog. Stephen King could stumble across my blog at anytime, just think if I posted crap for the last two days and he saw that. That would ruin my career and would leave me in more pain, than a woman in labor. This is why I am coming to any writer with a challenge. This challenge will push you to go farther than before.  Welcome to the #Hopingtogoviral challenge!
The #Hopingtogoviral challenge is just that. You are hoping to go Viral, which should motivate you to give your 100% in every post, even when you are busy. The way that you can do this is by doing three things. You have three options!

1. Don’t post- If you are too busy to write, then don’t post. This is the best way to avoid crap is to not write it. Your fans will understand and you will have time to work on the next post. Don’t over stress yourself, take the time you need!

2. Post shorter content- This is another option. I have found that people interact more when you post shorter post. This could be because they don’t like to read, or they could see better material. I know its hard to keep a spine going, especially when you are trying to write long post, this is why its important to keep some post short and sweet, that way you can focus on quality, also you give your readers something to quickly read at work!

3. Set time aside- Instead of playing video games  (as I do) why not just work? Writing is my second job, but sometimes I don’t act like it. Sometimes writing is just another chore. This can’t be so if I plan to ever go viral. I have to put writing first, which sadly includes Editing!!! Editing sucks, but it is crucial for the final product to be good. This is why you need to set time aside and work on your trait. The best way to go viral is to have material better than anyone else’s. Do you think you can do that without editing? NO! Set time aside, now!!!!

#Hopingtogoviral is going to help everyone get better. I know it might suck, but you will thank me later. I will be keeping you guys posted with my progress. Let me know how you are doing, I would really like to know! Email me @ Gregbjenkins23@gmail.com and tell me your story!!!!!!

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A wattpad special!
Standing alone!
I sit here, in my room, all alone after the fight with my wife. I said a few things again that were not needed to be said. I know I need to stop the way that I treat her, or one day she will leave me. But there is something that she does, that pisses me off. My wife pushes me to a point that I want to break her neck. I have never been violent with a woman, but there is a line that I also haven’t crossed and I feel like she is about to shove me across that line.
The whole fight started with her staying at work for longer than needed. I was waiting outside waiting for her, I had roses in one hand and wine in the other. But when she came outside she didn’t notice my kind gesture. I wanted to slam her head into the car window, but my past teachings taught me to never hit a woman, so I kept my cool until I got into the car.
Once we got into the car, I let her have it though. I told her that she needed to pay more attention to me and that it was unacceptable. She snapped back talking about how if I did it more then it might mean something to her. As I said before, I wanted to bash her head in, show her the amount of pain and embarrassment, that she just shown outside her job, but I kept cool, again. I remember driving home after that was said, thinking of a way to punish her, but something inside wasn’t allowing me to think of the dark tortures. I stayed quite the rest of the way home.
She got out of the car quickly, slamming the door behind her and walking into the house. She was trying to make me mad, but I was numb to the ignorance that she was showing. I have dealt with the craziness for more than 7 years, so I let her storm up the stairs and take a shower, just like every time I make her mad. This time was different though, there was never a light turned on, not even for the room that she would usually lay her heavy jacket in before getting naked. The fear of someone attacking my love, made me nervous so I went to check on her. I got out of the car when the light came on. I got a little annoyed by the timing of her presence.
Now that I was outside of the car, what was I suppose to do? I wasn’t about to go in there and act as if I did something wrong, but I also didn’t want to stay in the cold weather. I contemplated getting back into the car, but starting the car would waste more gas than I want to. So I chose to go for a walk around the block, this would give her time to get her apology ready.
The walk was working, it was making me forget the things that just happened, but it also was making me think of worse things. The past was never easy for me or my family, my father was an abuser and my mother paid for his choices. She would be up all night waiting for him to get home from bingo, in order for him to hit her. One night she left, and I was left there with him. He lost all of his money playing that night, and was angry. I try to forget that nightmare as if it didn’t happen, but every time I close my eyes, I see his hand. His big brass hand hit my flesh multiple times that night, but that wasn’t the worse part. He tied me up and tortured me.
He pulled a cloth out of the closet and put the contents on the desk in the center of the room. He removed the cloth to reveal that he had my mother tied up. She looked at me and began to scream. I couldn’t believe that I thought she left, when he had her in the closet. I tried to free myself, but it wasn’t working, I was forced to sit her as he began to taunt her.
He pulled out his knife from his holster and ran it along her tan skin. A tear formed in her eye, I felt bad for not being able to help her. She began to pull her hand from the rope, but my dad was too fast for that, as he slammed the knife through her palm. Her scream gave me deadly chills through my spine, as I sat there crying. Blood began to pour from her hand onto the ground. She looked into my eyes as he began to laugh. “Get it done!” He shouted “But then what?” He replied to his previous comment. My father seemed to be possessed, but that’s impossible, isn’t it? “Kill her!” He began to yell louder as he lifted the knife. Something stopped him dead in the tracks as he lowered the knife, “I can’t do it!” He moaned in sadness, but then he began to laugh again. During this all, my mother was still trying to get out of the grasp that he had on her. He started to spaz out again, grabbing his head and pulling his hair, still holding the knife that he had just put down. “Nah, I got this!” He dug the long blade into her stomach and began to twist the blade. He began to pull the knife down her torso, the knife was ripping through all of her intestines. The room was splattered with blood, the blood from my mother. I couldn’t comprehend what I witnessed that night. I know the feeling that I had though, my heart hurt, I was mad, I was crushed. I lost my mother that night. I wanted my revenge, but that night was also the last time I saw my dad. He ran out of the room shouting something crazy, it was in another language. The cops never found him, the searched for miles after they got a domestic violence call from my neighbors. They said they saw him running outside with the bloody knife that committed the murder.
I found myself laying on the street at 12 a.m., the night that I left for the walk. I must have fell asleep when I began to think of my mother and father. I couldn’t walk anymore at that point, the pain felt to real. It has been 6 years since that happened, and I still fight with the horror everyday! I don’t know what to do, I have ruined my marriage from not being able to let this go. My wife has been strong throughout this whole situation, but I have been treating her like garbage the last six months. I fought with her father, told him I was going to kill him and his wife for saying something that wasn’t even towards me. I then told her sister that she was a slut, and told her husband that she was a cheater. They recently filed for divorce, and that is my fault. I never liked her family, but I tolerated them for her, but that ended when they took shots at my anger. They told her that it was stupid for her to be with me, due to the fact that I haven’t worked in a year. I have been searching for employment, but it is hard to find a job. Now not only do they hate me, she also hates me. My own wife hates me, and I can do nothing about it. We tried to go through marriage counseling, but that was a waste of time. The therapist was a woman and babied my wife through the whole class, saying that I should give up everything to make her happy, and that I am a bad husband. Now I see it, I am a bad husband, I’m my fathers’ son.
I think about these things on a daily bases, usually I walk to clear my mind, but tonight its not working. I feel more angry since I started walking. Thoughts come through my head, saying I should have stayed home. I feel unsafe, As if I might explode if I go home. But if I don’t go home, then she will think that I cheated, and that would lead to, yet another big fight. I already have to explain why I was out until  12 in the morning. But that will be much easier to do, than to explain why I didn’t come home at all. I walk through our front door and round my way up the stairs. She was sitting on the couch with a cell phone lit up in her hand. The look that she gave was deadly, I knew this was going to turn out well. I smiled, but she didn’t find it funny. “Where have you been?” I shook my head and replied “I had an episode and passed out.” She giggles and spits back “Whatever, another damn episode, get some help…loser.” My blood began to boil, the words that my dad always called me exited her mouth as venom. I lifted my hand in anger, trying to get her to stop, but she didn’t. “Why don’t you get your life together.” I snapped. “Screw you, you are stupid. You can root in hell with your parents.” The room got real quite before she jumped up and began to hit me in the face with her phone. My hands shot up in defense as I tried to get her to stop. She kept hitting me, each time the punches weakened my defense. I blacked out, and began to fight back. I pushed her to the ground and got on top of her. My first hit was an accident, but I enjoyed the feeling it gave me. All the bottled up angrier that I kept inside finally was out. I stopped after three hits, thinking that was the end of the fight. But then out of nowhere, she nailed me in the balls with her knee and attempted to get up. I grabbed her leg and pulled it back down. I was the stronger of the two, so I forced my way off the ground, and walked into the kitchen. This was a clear attempt to get away from her, but she followed as she threw a glass at me. It missed and smashed into the wall. I shouted a few words, then she attacked again. She grabbed the knife off the counter and lunged the tip towards me, she missed. I lowered my elbow into her forearm forcing the blade to the ground. She reached for the handle, my knee implanted into her stomach. She fell to the ground. This time I got on top of her. I was trying to get her to stop before something bad happened. She clawed at me, scratching the inside of my eye. My vision went red, my eye was fully covered in blood from the inside. My body got weak as I grabbed the frying pan from the cover. I swung one time, slamming the flat plate against her skull, she was knocked out. I thought that was the end, I was surely going to jail, my marriage was over. I began to spaz out, thinking to myself “What can I do?” So I took the knife and plummeted it into her gut, she arose from her sleep, screaming in agony. I apologized as I twisted the blade and drug it down her gut. Her eyes turned lifeless, her lips turned blue. I had to think fast on what I could do to not go to jail, then I thought of the perfect plan. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote:
“Don’t come looking for me. I am Larry Olsen, Travis Olsen’s dad. If I find out that you came looking for me, I will kill Travis as I killed Rebecca, his wife. I have longed for the day that I could have my son back into my arms, and nothing will take him from me again. This is why she had to die, she held him back from me.”
I left the note on her dead body, after I tied her up and put a bag over her head. I took the knife with me so they couldn’t take the DNA off the evidence. The cops will see this as a strike against my father, and I can go on living my own life again. I will move states and pray that no one in her family sees me out-and-about. What if they do though? I ask myself instantly. I would like to think I would let them be, say they are insane and go on with my day, but the true answer is; if anyone spots me, that’s where they stand alone, dead. The same way my mother laid, and the same way that Rebecca lays now. I didn’t want to do this tonight, but like I said before; I am my fathers son!  

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This was an old story that I was working on. I was going to post it, as a special, on WattPad, but once I finished it I didn’t want it to go just anywhere. This was a good piece (in my opinion) and I wanted to share it with you guys. Though, when I was about to post it, I lost the piece. I couldn’t find the project, anywhere, and it began to stress me out. I gave up searching for it, and decided that it wsa just a waste of a blog post, anyway, but I finally found it! I was cleaning out some files and came across this wonderful story, but do you guys want to read it? I don’t know if you do, so tell me? I will post a few paragraphs, and will let you guys decide!

Standing alone!
I sit here, in my room, all alone after the fight with my wife. I said a few things again that were not needed to be said. I know I need to stop the way that I treat her, or one day she will leave me. But there is something that she does, that pisses me off. My wife pushes me to a point that I want to break her neck. I have never been violent with a woman, but there is a line that I also haven’t crossed and I feel like she is about to shove me across that line.
The whole fight started with her staying at work for longer than needed. I was waiting outside waiting for her, I had roses in one hand and wine in the other. But when she came outside she didn’t notice my kind gesture. I wanted to slam her head into the car window, but my past teachings taught me to never hit a woman, so I kept my cool until I got into the car.
Once we got into the car, I let her have it though. I told her that she needed to pay more attention to me and that it was unacceptable. She snapped back talking about how if I did it more then it might mean something to her. As I said before, I wanted to bash her head in, show her the amount of pain and embarrassment that she just shown outside her job, but I again kept cool. I remember driving home after that was said, thinking of a way to punish her, but something inside wasn’t allowing me to think of the dark tortures. I stayed quite the rest of the way home.
She got out of the car quickly, slamming the door behind her and walking into the house. She was trying to make me mad, but I was numb to the ignorance that she was showing. I have dealt with the craziness for more than 7 years, so I let her storm up the stairs and take a shower, just like every time I make her mad. This time was different though, there was never a light turned on, not even for the room that she would usually lay her heavy jacket in before getting naked. The fear of someone attacking my love, made me nervous so I went to check on her. I got out of the car when the light came on. I got a little annoyed by the timing of her presence.
Now that I was outside of the car, what was I suppose to do? I wasn’t about to go in there and act as if I did something wrong, but I also didn’t want to stay in the cold weather. I contemplated getting back into the car, but starting the car would waste more gas than I want to. So I chose to go for a walk around the block, this would give her time to get her apology ready.
The walk was working, it was making me forget the things that just happened, but it also was making me think of worse things. The past was never easy for me or my family, my father was an abuser and my mother paid for his choices. She would be up all night waiting for him to get home from bingo, in order for him to hit her. One night she left, and I was left there with him. He lost all of his money playing that night, and was angry. I try to forget that nightmare as if it didn’t happen, but every time I close my eyes, I see his hand. His big brass hand hit my flesh multiple times that night, but that wasn’t the worse part. He tied me up and tortured me.

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I was meaning to get this out yesterday, but I got busy. Also, the amount of information, I had to get, was more than I expected when I told you guys this was coming. I am just blessed to have you guys, because you are some of the most reasonable people. You could have been mad, but you weren’t. You guys understood that life happens, so for that I thank you and welcome you to a recap of my writing journey. There will be times that the blog will feel rushed, but do remember, there are 5 years to cover in just one post. I did a lot of cutting, some things that I really didn’t want to, in order to get to some special moments. We will start from 2011 and will end on Wednesday July 27th, 2016. I really hope you guys enjoy. All stats will also be at the bottom of the post, in case you want to skip to the end. But I ask you to read it all!

I want to say thank you. Without you guys, I wouldn’t be here! I am truly thankful for you!

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We are all humans, we are all venerable to heartbreak. We search for the love of our lives, but sometimes things don’t go as planned. We meet the right person, and we think everything is amazing. Our hearts want to wrap this girl/boy up and never let go. I was like everyone else. But after the girl walked away, I broke. Depression was the worse thing, ever. People told me to get over it, but I didn’t know how to do that. I didn’t want to learn either. This is when I posted my first blog ever. I posted “The problem with getting over it” in November 2011, under Living example b, which was my band blog. The blog was me pouring out my heart to the girl, asking why she left and trying to inform people that I couldn’t get over her, it was more of a prayer than anything. I deleted that post a few years later, as I realized that the blog was an old part of me, and that it was a great reason that I couldn’t get over this girl. The first post (that stayed up) was an update to “Problem with getting over it.” This blog was the start of something amazing, as I spent many Tuesdays writing. One day, I finally got my first comment. This comment wasn’t anything special, it was a guy inviting me to his blog, but it was still my first comment, and meant that someone was looking at my blog! This was an amazing moment, since I never promoted my blog, anywhere!
I was unable to get the stats off this blog, mainly because BlogSpot is crappy. I posted on this blog for a few years, but on 5/4/13, I released my very last blog on “Living Example b” that was titled “Dreams.”

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During the last blogs of “Living example B” I was deciding if I wanted to go back to college, which is clear in “Dreams.” I didn’t have the money to go to college, but I knew I needed to in order to get a good job. I was in a rut, and didn’t know what to do. I never had the luxury of having my parents pay for college. My dad always worked, but it was never enough. After months of debating, I decided to go to a cheap college, a seminary, and pursuing a career in youth ministry. After I quit the college, due to money, I came back and lost my way. I didn’t want to write anymore. The one thing that kept me alive was no longer something that I found needed. I quit, even after I quit college to “Follow my writing career.” I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to do great thing for God in the writing field. Tides changed when I came back, which led me to a very long spurt of not writing. But then I met Ariel.

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I got with this amazing girl, Ariel. She was so amazing and always challenged me to do amazing things. I found myself trying to make a return to the writing community. I was unemployed. So I would spend the time when Ariel was at work to write stories. I was using an application called “Pocket writers,” but also I was trying to help people. I found myself on “Talk life,” spending a lot of hours talking people out of Suicide, that is when an idea came in mind. I would go on to make a blog, on BlogSpot, that was used to help people in need. During the month of June of 2013, I posted a few blogs that were requested by a couple of my fans. The one post that I thought would change lives was “healing the wounded from the looks.” This was a blog for a girl that had a boyfriend that was looking at other girls, while they were together. She came to me broken, asking me what she should do. I told her what I would do through this blog. I also talked about Religion and Gay rights, but this blog would only last 24 days, before I hit a big slump.

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I would like to skip this part, because this was the worse writers block, ever! There was a time where I would refuse to even think about Writing. It happened shortly after my wife washed my iphone, eliminating any way of writing. I got a phone that couldn’t connect to “Pocket writers” and that was very uncomfortable to write blogs. During this time, I also got a new job and we (Ariel and I) got engaged. Everything was getting hectic, and I lost control of myself. I could have continued to write, but I lied to myself saying “I was too busy.” The biggest change was that I wasn’t taking Ariel to work followed by walking the bike trails. I would drop her off and go to work. My schedule got changed, causing me to fall from the writing wagon. By the time that I got back, my head was so cloudy. I couldn’t think of good blog ideas. If I did I wouldn’t be able to finish the idea; I would start a blog then I would think it sounded horrible, and I would delete it. It only took one sentence for me to delete a whole post. I decided to take a much needed break from writing. The clouds were beginning to separate, bringing light to a brand new blog, a brand new thought, and a great road to travel on. The new Blake was in the horizon, and he was heading at this world quickly.

It was a week before Valentines day when I found my new love. He was such an amazing person, it was love at first sight. His eyes poured into mine as I reached my hand out to him. Electricity flew through my fingertips as I touched him. Everything felt right, his touch was everything that I needed. I needed him more and more as time went by. Up to this day, I still look into his eyes like the first day. I still have much love for this guy. Impromtdude was born on February 9th, 2014. Impromtdude was never meant to be a full blown project, it was made for me to get back on my writer’s feet. I still was having a hard time getting the words out of my head, but I downloaded a writers challenge app and would use that to build stories or ideas for blogs. One day,  I was sitting in our bedroom, waiting for her to get off, and I pulled out our laptop. I flipped the application on and started to complete the challenge. The challenge would give you certain objectives to due in a certain time, which would be built on throughout the following steps. I told myself it didn’t matter what the post said, even if it sounded horrible. I just wanted to get pass this pain that I had, being tired of not being able to write, I did it. I finished my first challenge. I titled it “Crime; Armed and Dangerous.” After saving the post, I thought “What if I posted this?” The idea was great, it sounded like something that would be funny and completely different. I liked the idea, so I went onto BlogSpot and made a new blog, called “Impromtdude” translated meaning “A dude that is very random.” This was great, I enjoyed the challenges. Eventually I would release a original story series about zombies. Everything was great, but I wanted to have my own logo. With the blog just starting out, I wanted everything to be awesome, so with my minor photo editing skills I used a stock photo and Microsoft word to create the first logo for “Impromtdude” the one that you are looking at right now.

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Everything was going great, until stupid “BlogSpot” called me a robot. I requested to be paid as my blog was doing pretty well, but they locked my request, saying that I was a robot stealing others work and posting it as mine. I went to Twitter about this, my friend told me to move over to WordPress. I made the quick move in May of ‘14 and continued from where I was. After moving to WordPress, I was giving an opportunity to promote an indie film by writing a report on the trailer. I spent hours working on the rough draft, but the owner, to the movie, didn’t like parts of the blog. I didn’t like the critics and threatened to quit blogging. But after some much needed revisions, the producer was very happy with the blog and promoted my work, also. This post got 48 views in almost five days, which set a new record for the blog.

My first comment was recorded on 6/9/14 by Janet. She commented on my “about me.” This comment is below:

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Now, after the blog for the movie, I was hit with a  long run of stat problems. I was averaging a whole 1 view a day, if that. Most days I would go without any views. I felt worn out, which would leave me empty, causing me to quit blogging for the rest of the year. I did continue the next year, though.

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When I came back it was a party. I was ready to take this blog to the next level. This is when I decided to post a new logo. This logo was defiantly a downgrade from the first logo, but it needed to change. I was coming back, a brand new man, so I had to change the way that I wrote and what the blog would stand for. This is also when I introduced that I was going to start writing and posting daily. I was excited to start this new journey. As I started to post daily, I noticed that my stats were growing rapidly compared to the past. It motivated me to do more amazing things. I decided that I no longer liked the current logo, so I spent a few hours perfecting the new logo, the same one that I use to this day. I love how this logo looks, and I feel it fits the blog a lot more than the previous logo.

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A while after making the new logo,  I decided to give a big shout out to a friend, that raps. He has a group called 878, which is a Christian Rapping group. This time, I spent more time researching the topic and asking the artist questions. After an interview, I did a quick blog for his blog to promote his group. This shattered the views record as it pulled in 38 views in the first day. Today this post alone has 87 views. I got a lot of credit for the blog, which led to others coming to me to promote them, but something more amazing was about to happen. One of the 878 fans contacted me, asking what I would charge to promote him. I told him to just share my work, after done, and we would call it even. He said that was great, and we started planning for this blog. During the planning, he introduced me to a man that has a promoting company. This guy wanted me to be the writing promoter for his company, but we didn’t agree on certain things, so I turned down the position in order to stay real within myself. I would go on to have the best stats for the blog, to that date, at the end of the year.

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2016 was a year I used to build my image, so that I could get myself out to more people. With that being the plan, I decided that I needed to put my logo on clothes. Clothes are the biggest billboard and the best way to get yourself out there, quickly. This is when I met up with an amazing woman, and she made me an amazing hoodie. The clothing store will be up shortly. Also I decided to make myself easier to be found and creating my own domain would lead to a great amount of traffic, so on March 6th, 2016, I purchased “Impromtdude.com” for a year. This year was made to help build my name and my audience, and it has been working. I have seen great amount of traffic to this blog, already. Impromtdude has blown every stat out of the water, half way through the year. I have more visitors, stats, comments, and likes than any year, ever. I have been working on my grammar, and though I have a long way to go, I feel that I am gaining subscribers, mainly because I sound more professional. I am happy where I am, right now, and I know that this is only going to get better.

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Now we will go over all stats!
    

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First Blog- Living Example B        First Post date- 11/20/11      First post- “Problem with getting over it.”
First comment date- 4/5/12       Last post date: 5/4/13
Livingexampleb.blogspot.com

Second Blog- Voice from Beyond   Time of Blog- 6/1/13 – 6/24/13      Facebook fans: 40
Thevoicefrombeyond23.Blogspot.com

Third blog- Impromtdude (WordPress.)   First Blog- 5/12/16         First comment- 6/9/14.
Most beautiful comment by: Chelsea         Most common Commenter: Angelica Kidd
Biggest Facebook fan: Greg Jenkins Best twitter Follower: Katie Salers a.k.a Book Devourer
Best Blog: 878: A legacy…… Impromtdude.com
Year stats:
2014- 380 views, 189 Visitors, 9 likes, 15 comments    Country to view most: United kingdom
2015- 818 views, 535 visitors, 24 likes, 16 comments        Not including                Saudi Arabia
2016- 1436 views, 800 visitors, 140 likes, 72 comments.      N. America                  India
Totals: 359 posts, 2634 views, 1524 Visitors, 170 comments, 59 followers.
 

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What would it be like?

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What would it be like to star in a movie? Though being an actor isn’t in my future, the idea of writing a movie is still exciting and alive. A few days ago I was tagged in a status, by a friend, about making a movie. The status was saying that if Sharknados was made, then anyone can make a movie. This made me think, what would it be like to write a movie? Then the thought of my past came up, and I remembered that I once started to write a movie.

It was going to be a horror movie. A group of survivors were going to be stuck in an apartment, and every time they would try to leave, the killer would then chase them. Since the apartment only had one exit, this killer could easily pick off his victims. This is what made it hard for the survivors. They would try to gang up on the killer, but every time they did, the killer would fight back. He was stronger than them, so it would force them back inside.

The killer was outside, the victims were inside. They were trying to find a way out, but nothing was working. Since the killer was secured outside, the victims began to relax. They sat back, popped open the cans of beer and enjoyed their company. The night was growing old, and they were winding down. After locking the door, they all went to bed. When they woke up, they saw that the killer was gone. The building wasn’t damaged, as the night before, and the cars tire was fixed. But as they went to leave, they noticed that the lock was removed and turned around, putting the lock on the outside. As they got scared, they heard a man in the house. It was the killer.

This was when I was a beginning writer, but the idea is funny to me now. I would never publish this idea or even attempt to re-write the script, but when my friend tagged me in the post; I began to believe in myself, even more. Maybe one day, I will be a publish writer and one of my stories could become a movie! That would be a dream come true! But for now I will keep writing and keeping the faith. I am good enough, I just need to get my gears rolling.

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We are a big part of blogs that usually work. This means that we are doing very well, and maximizing our chances on getting noticed. With most blogs, they only focus on one thing, which will bring in a lot of people, but there is always a stop to their views. That is because, those people will find what they need and leave. I have been a firm believer that a blog cant stand on one topic or style alone. But they need to branch out and find new styles and topics to express in their blogs. I am proud to say that out of 32 blog types that work, we have practice 18 of them.
1. Interviews
2. Problem fixing
3. Behind the scenes
4. Inspiring stories
5. Funny post
6. Thinking out loud
7. Rants
8. Guest bloggers
9. Stats
10. Previews
11. Search twitter questions
12. Open letters
13. Thankful post
14. Best source of inspiration
15. Aspirations for blog
16. Awareness
17. Recycling old post
18. List.
Some of these types are hidden within post, but are still there. I am showing you this, so if someone asks what impromtdude is you can confidently say; he is a blogger that isnt scared to think outside of the box, and isn’t just about one topic, and isn’t scared to stick to one style. Impromtdude, to me, stands for “A blog that isnt afraid to go places other blogs wont.” 

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