Post by account_disabled on Jan 6, 2024 4:07:22 GMT
Do you know that there are still those who write articles stuffing them with keywords in the hope of ranking first on Google results? What happens if you find a page full of repetitions in a novel? You label the author as a cheap writer, you advise him to learn to write, you ask him the name of the editor or why he hasn't hired one. If the repetition of the same word is out of place in a piece of fiction, it also out of place in a blog article. Today we have to focus on the context , we have to write a post based only on the topic to be discussed, using synonyms, references, making semantic connections, replacing keywords with contextual words . The hooks: keep the reader's attention A good novel, a good story, must arouse curiosity from the first to the last page.
Otherwise the reader abandons it. It is true that the beauty of a story is subjective, but it is also true that not all stories are the result of good narration. A good article must do the same job: intrigue the reader from the Special Data first to the last word. We now know by heart the rules of good text formatting to facilitate reading through subtitles and bold text, but this is just typography, while the real connections must be created with writing. As? Writing passionately, I might say, also writing correctly, without grammatical errors, but above all writing in a fluid, conversational way, because blogging is conversation. Telling is the new frontier of blogging When everything has already been written, there is still room for a good story. But let it be good. Today we need certainties, so we must talk about experiences. The blog is our first connection with virtual reality, with the world of the internet, even more than Facebook. Having a profile on Facebook means, in fact, being one of the vassals of a great kingdom. But having a blog means having your own kingdom, however small. Don't know what to write in the blog? Tell a story, then. It will work.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.
Otherwise the reader abandons it. It is true that the beauty of a story is subjective, but it is also true that not all stories are the result of good narration. A good article must do the same job: intrigue the reader from the Special Data first to the last word. We now know by heart the rules of good text formatting to facilitate reading through subtitles and bold text, but this is just typography, while the real connections must be created with writing. As? Writing passionately, I might say, also writing correctly, without grammatical errors, but above all writing in a fluid, conversational way, because blogging is conversation. Telling is the new frontier of blogging When everything has already been written, there is still room for a good story. But let it be good. Today we need certainties, so we must talk about experiences. The blog is our first connection with virtual reality, with the world of the internet, even more than Facebook. Having a profile on Facebook means, in fact, being one of the vassals of a great kingdom. But having a blog means having your own kingdom, however small. Don't know what to write in the blog? Tell a story, then. It will work.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.