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Bernie J Mitchell

Losing my religion?

That's me in the corner..... I have been thinking why things annoy me. Most of the time people don't really set out to annoy me - I get annoyed with them. Then I get upset and they will never know. If you think about it you are flattering yourself if you think people sit around plotting how to upset you, if they are they are INSANE and that is very different from you thinking they are setting out to annoy you each day. In my world #babybernie 'tries his luck, and I'd rather have a curious child

What do you most know about #blogging Bernie?

What do you most know about blogging Bernie? Is a question I am never asked. If I was an industry expert and was 'often' asked that question I'd be able to start this blog by saying 'I am often asked by my clients...' I have to say by this stage of the game it is all about fear, not tech, crafting words, SEO or anything useful and billable. Just fear. Even more than the type of fear a Tory politician experiences when asked to sign an transparency deceleration. Honestly I am quite sure that e

Why blogs beat podcasts....

I had to stop listening to podcasts. Every time listened to one I would copy something said into my own podcast. I craved to be part of the podcasting gang. "I listened to your episode"was what I thought podcasters would expect me so say. This meant I listened to every episode just in case they asked. They never did. Even worst I could not help but borrow ideas and lines to the point where I became paranoid. I feared that people would know I got that question from Mitch Joel or Neville Hobson.

Why I'm not a writer - YET

Ramsey has a blog post by Blog Tyrant that I make myself go back to every so often. "Why you are not a writer" is a list of what we do instead of writing. That list of important things like ‘getting set up to write’ that take longer to get ready than actual writing. I spent last week beating myself up a bit I because I set out to blog everyday in 2015. Blogging everyday is not going well, I write everyday but I don't post every day. I 'forget' or 'wait to finish' a post. Chose yourself The

Why are you so quiet Bernie?

It is not I have gone into a coma, it is that I feel significantly more relaxed and when I don't feel relaxed I meditate - some times the gap between being 'edgy' and un-relaxed is a little larger than I'd like. One of the best things about 90 Mainyard is the HUGE Olympic Park nearby where you can always find a spot to sit and meditate, snooze or walk around - this is great for your soul and creativity. Not it is hard to find, so I got into waking up early and making meditation the first thing

What on earth am I doing on this blog?

If I wrote out all the amazing ideas, strategy and content in my head for this blog on napkins they'd surely make a pile big enough to cushion the landing of a small elephant from falling from space. Please don't ask how an elephant got up there in the first place. Anyway, I digress. And this seems to be the problem, I digress. I have declared myself a writer, blogger, podcaster and keeping a state where my attention is maintained is a challenge. For example, so far in what I am writing righ

Write as I am.

So here how the day goes. Or rather how my writing goes. What I think I mean is "how my writing does not go." This time I am aware of it. I wake up, I POWER out cutting edge prose on 750words.com and then get ready for something. Does not matter what, it involves trying to leave the house with a small child and get to a bus stop. I then gaze out the window of the bus and reflect on how good I am to have written everyday for so many days. (Short aside) A big part of being 'fixed' / mended /

Neill! Neill! Orange Peel!

So #babybernie has moved it all up a gear. As I write he has piled up the cushions from the sofa and is lying on top of them by way of protest. The 'disruption' is over cooling down his porridge which spoon to use. You would think I had put all his toys and his best friend in a microwave, turned it on full power and was making him watch it all melt into one - with the volume turned up. Yesterday we stood in our road for fifteen minutes while he refused to move. There was something like 100 m

Rescue Me

So when in doubt write. Somewhere I lost my rhythm today. I think I lost my rhythm sometime on Saturday night. I was heading for a good nights sleep and woke up Sunday feeling like I'd been in a drinking competition and lost. The main spanner in the works is that I do my best work in the morning and then fade off in the afternoon. I can leap out of bed at 6am and then by the time I get to 3pm (now) I am either falling asleep or just can't focus. Even though I have a well thought out list in T

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I think reading is the best gift you can give a child

Every since I met #Babybernie I have been thinking what is the best gift I could give him, what is the one thing that would connect to everything else? The one thing I come up with is reading, being able to read a book a week - so in 10 years he would have read 3,650 books - even if half of them are shit he is still doing well, I think you learn from shit books too. When I was little I could not stop reading, when I was 10 I read nearly every Enid Blyton book in two years, Magic Far Away Tree,

Ctr Alt Del. So while I was in Argentina....

SO I have been walking around all day thinking about what to blog about. We are back from four weeks in Argentina and everything shifted for the better. Just before we went I was at the end of my emotional string, not in a bad way - more like "Post Post Traumatic Stress." The end of 2014 was so much better than the beginning in my head - I just needed to get to Argentina and not kill anyone on the way there and I'd be done. I had planned it like this: 1. Lisbon Coworking Conference with Copa