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Hello friends!

Yesterday I read this post about what makes a successful blog.  It's geared for authors with blogs, but it could really apply to anyone with a blog.  It made me think about what I'm offering and consider ways I might branch out and change that content.

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First off, if you are one of my thirty or so regular readers, a big THANK YOU for your readership.  Even though I'm pretty sure all of you know me in real life, I appreciate the fact that you are taking time out of your week to show me some internet love.  Thanks guys!

Secondly, what is it that you would like to see me talk about on the blog?  More reviews?  More writing advice?  More talk and updates about my writing?  Giveaways?  Interviews?  Let me know in the comments, either here or on social media.

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