Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us REFLECTIONS.
Reflections of buldings on the banks of the River Aar, Solothurn, Switzerland
At last a chance to tell how gifted my blogging vein is. Thank you WordPress, a blog made for I, me and myself.
The mirror of my personality – let us being with the name. It reveals all. My double identity, who am I? A virtual creation made in the computer world; a personality able to conquer everything without being physically exhausted. Anglo-Swiss showing my multinational qualities: twenty years based in England and the rest in Switzerland.
Mr. Swiss says “do not overdo it, you are writing on a theme and not to win the Nobel prize for literature” – what does he know?
I must give credit to Mitch, a faithful follower of my blogs. He once used the term “your cat chronicles” when describing my feline stories and I found this a very good description, so why not apply it for my blogs. That is how the name “Anglo Swiss Chronicles” arose and my second blog dedicated to my feline owners “The Cat Chronicles”. I have known Mitch since my Multiply days and he is now one of my Blogger friends and a super photographer to go with it.
So now back to me, the actual subject of this blog. I discovered WordPress and with time noticed that WordPress discovered me (of course, me being me). At the beginning, more than five years ago, I chose a boring theme as I was still under the influence of a dying Multiply community (which is now dead). Gradually WordPress increased the choice and one day I found so many themes at my keyboard tips, that I decided to adapt to my talented qualities. It had to be big (for golden oldies like me that need glasses), enough room to show my award winning photos (which are still waiting for the Pulitzer prize) and I wanted a nice dark background to suit my semi gothic tastes. Black was to be the basic colour. After searching I found my pièce de résistance, known as Adelle where I could choose a Paisley pattern just to touch up the morbid blackness of the scene. I did not want people to think that I was a graveyard groupie.
I do not get the “bio” thing, but it probably means my life, background and all the trimmings: nothing special really, just me with a photo to show that I am real and a short description of my interesting life. Note the professional pose as I support my head with my hands. It was more luck than judgement and not really intended, but I am sure it looks good when my super professional blog style is at last recognised by the Blogging Authorities. It has to look good when I eventually reach the first rung on the ladder to success.
“Yes Mr. Swiss, I know, I know” another small interruption on my laudation for I, me and myself.
To continue: my posts are my outlook on life perhaps. Keep the private stuff private (you never know who is reading these words of wisdom), stay away from politics as politicians change their opinions so often, it is a waste of time to keep up with it. What I write today is completely different next week. Do not post photos of others unless you have permission to do so. “Yes Mr. Swiss I always ask before I show your photo.” – another interruption. Use only your own photos if possible as they might be your chance to fame as they are original. Avoid YouTube: I like a good piece of jazz music, Paolo Conte, ACDC, as well as Verdi operas – and you? You see that is the problem, my exquisite taste is not that of the others.
What does every element tell you about yourself? Fairly obvious really: I am modest, would never boast about my qualities as a writer, photographer, linguistic expert, musician (yes, I play piano, but just do not have the time to practice through my blog writing) and above all I strive to attain recognition for my blogging talents.
“Mr. Swiss, where are you going? Ah, for a walk, my blog is boring you.”
That is the problem being a successful blogger, some call it jealousy and others find it boring, over-estimation.
“What did you say Mr. Swiss? Self-praise is no recommendation?”
Funny my mum used to say that to me when I was younger. No appreciation for talented people ………..
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 