Who Doesn’t Like Giveaways?

The correct answer is no one.

Yesterday many of you out there helped Blogger Interactive reach over 100 likes on our Facebook page, which means you earn a standing ovation and loving smack on the bum. It also means that this is the perfect time to give back to those of you who are devoutly supporting this event! I have been teasing about some very special goodies for a week or so now, and it is finally time to reveal what’s going on. The 25toFly official BI sharing contest!

How to Qualify

1. Like Blogger Interactive on Facebook or follow us on our blog or Twitter @bloginteractive (if you already have done this, you can qualify by referring a friend!)

2. Write a unique and clever blog post of your own about a time you met up with another blogger, a special blogging connection you made, what you would like to see of the event in the future, or simply anything in relation to the event and link to our spiffy site (http://bloggerinteractive.com)

3. Tally the MOST shares on social media. You can share the site link, a specific BI update post, our new store link, our logo, or anything related to the event! (NOTE: social media includes Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest but be sure to use the hashtag #bloggerinteractive on relevant platforms)

What You Will Win

1. All of the people who like our Facebook page, or follow our blog page or Twitter handle will be entered into a drawing to win one item from our new BI swag store! I will pick one winner.

I want your pen on me.

2. Out of the unique posts devoted to Blogger Interactive, I will choose the best submission. This person will win a 30-day free ad space on The Indie Chicks (one of BI’s fantastic sponsors) website! It will look something like this:

Fame is yours!

3. This is the big one! The person who tallies the MOST shares of this post and/or Blogger Interactive related content will win a spot as one of our official sponsors, introduction as such on our page, and a specialized Sponsor T-shirt!

Prestigious indeed.

This contest will run for two weeks. That means the contest will end on August 21st at 12:00 noon (Eastern). So get to sharing Flysters! Please be sure to keep track of your likes, follows, and shares. At the end of the contest, please be sure to come back to this post and leave a comment with your tallies so that I can check them! Don’t forget to RSVP to the event while you’re at it.

Most importantly, thanks for making this possible. BI and I love you and that means that you win the internet.

Related articles

• Blogger Interactive is in Full Force (bloggerinteractive.com)
• Meet Our Sponsors (bloggerinteractive.com)

Signs You Are a Wordaholic

Hi. I am Becca, and I abuse words.

I have officially accepted that I am addicted to words. WordPress is my junkie, allowing me to use at all times of the day. My friends are concerned because they have not seen me in months. They know I am alive, however, because my Twitter and Facebook say so… every few hours. Those are typical gateway addictions. I’ve compiled a list of symptoms so you all know the warning signs. It is too late for me, but you still have a chance to get help. Take caution. Early detection is key.

1. The W on your keyboard is completely worn off, but your muscle memory knows where it is so it doesn’t matter anyway.

2. You get a brief spat of the hiccups after eating dinner and begin thinking of how you can write an entertaining yet charming post about it.

3. When people speak in your dreams, speech bubbles appear in perfect WordPress comment format. They are even orange and you don’t even normally dream in color.

4. You feel ashamed to tell your family about your blog because it contains too much sexual innuendo.

Alright, that one isn’t a symptom it is just a fact about my blog in particular.

5. You start hanging out with and idolizing other bloggers who use frequently.

6. Your savings account is more plush than it has ever been, because you haven’t left your house (where the internet is) except to go to your day job (where there is also internet, otherwise you would have quit already).

7. Food has lost its taste. Mainly because you forgot to eat dinner again while constantly refreshing your stats. Nothing tastes as good as stats feel.

If I were to ask 14-year-old me where I would be in ten years, she would never say “word addict”. She would probably say, “hugging lots of cats”. I wish I could go back and interview my 14-year-old self. Wait, that could be a funny post idea. *opens new tab*

Related articles

• Have you looked under the hood of your website lately? (jenifferthompson.com)
• Is There Any Point in Blogging In the age of Twitter, Facebook and Instagram? (slideshare.net)
• WordPress Wednesday – 8 Achievements & Rewards WordPress Plugins (creativeproject.wordpress.com)

Facebook, Y U Make Me Sad?

This morning, as I do most mornings, I arrived to work my usual fifteen minutes early. I snuggled myself in to my office, opened my files, email, and fired up the web browser. Then I almost mindlessly typed in f-a-c-e, and the rest manifested itself. Facebook. So, I began the trek of scrolling, reading, and taking in every detail until I felt satisfied. Only this morning did I realize it is not ever really satisfaction that I am experiencing. In fact, it is quite the opposite.

This is a relevant link. It is for clicking.

I don’t think I ever made the conscious observation that sifting though people’s Facebook posts could be making me feel less of myself. Nonetheless this is happening. Now, I am a pretty confident and positive person. I have some truely outstanding friends, few yes, but outstanding. I am intelligent and employed (whew). I don’t have a negative self image outside of Victoria Secret, etc. You get the point.  This is exactly why this article had me a little taken aback. Not only did it confirm what I was ignoring but made me feel a bit relieved at the same time, knowing I am not the only one experiencing this. Basically, Facebook is your cool older sibling having a slumber party. He will gladly let you in the room to see what is going on, only eventually to remind you that you weren’t the one with enough friends to have a slumber party of your own. Then he gives you a wedgie or something.