Jan 312012
 

Being a Cybils judge taught me a few things about writing for YA – many good things and also many things we could be doing better. While I hate writing about the negatives, I think the good things will be easy for us to get our heads around and accept while the negatives are going to taste funny and make some people annoyed with me. But I think talking about them will make our stories stronger.

I’ve picked three trends to share with you that quickly drove me bananas and the first one is the most painful for me personally. I read a lot of books back to back very fast and too many of them to count had one (or more) of these three qualities. Take it for what it’s worth. I’m not picking on any particular books or authors and many of the books I loved have exhibited at least one of these three traits. I just think we can do better. These are not trends I want to see made into the norm.

Bananas Trend #1: Adonis Protag Syndrome

If I asked all of you the question, “Describe physical beauty,” I’d get something different from each of you, maybe several somethings. I’m not being cliché, like, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, etc etc. I’m talking about “beautiful” in the word craft sense. “Beautiful” in that it has no direct meaning. When you pop open a Webster and flip to the B section, it does not say Beautiful: ballerina thin with sky blue eyes. Must think she is average but we all know better. Webster says: having beauty; having qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.

She’s beautiful. He’s hot. I don’t even know what these phrases mean anymore.

And yet I would not be hyperbolic to say that every book I read for the Cybils collapsed under the weight of this word. Wonderful, thought provoking, intense plot lines and gorgeous prose fell face first into a pile of wordcrap the moment any of the main characters were described. Oh how beautiful our YA heroines and heroes are! I don’t know what any of them actually look like, couldn’t pick them out of a line up, but I know they are hot and that is all that matters. Protagonists, I have learned, only come in size beautiful and extra hot, and in case you might forget, the reiteration of it is made every four and a half paragraphs. Like clockwork.

If I sound bitter it’s because I am. Not bitter enough that some of my favorite books were not among the culprits of this offensive wordtrap, but still. Bitter. Because the rest of these wonderful books prove we can do better. We’re capable of making dynamic characters on the inside, so why do we go a little cross eyed when it comes to making our characters dynamic on the outside too?

Beautiful Wordtrap

On the craft side of things, I’m so sick of the words beautiful and hot that I could just scream my lungs out.  It’s like saying, Describe the color “blue” to a blind person. Describe the essence of justice.

What do these words even mean? I have no idea, except that whatever effervescence these characters possess makes everyone within a two mile radius pant like dogs. Girls and boys both. If the crown prince, the hero extraordinary, and half a dozen minion boys aren’t vying for the beautiful heroine’s affections, than she’s clearly doing something wrong.

And the boys? Oh the muscles. Chiseled even. Like marble. Feverish, bulging muscles. Their muscles have muscles. Their mega hot cockiness knows no muscly bounds. We girls, apparently, pray at the alter of honey colored muscles. Give me muscles, or give me death.

I don’t know what’s wrong with us as writers when we can create knock-out prose describing the roiling events of a fist fight with such clarity our stomachs turn a bit when blood spills, and yet we hand over these paragraphs about the hotness of a protagonist and then repeat it every once in a while, just in case the reader forgets. They don’t tell me anything except maybe I should be jealous of them, I guess.

But often, especially when repeated constantly, “hot” and “beautiful” feel more like bragging. The annoying, eye-rolling inducing kind. My first instinct is to think yeah right. If it were true you wouldn’t have to try so hard to convince me.

The Problem with Beauty

The other, less describable problem is this: Judging by our current obsession with beautiful, unique heroines, you’d think that the only people who can be heroic protag material are the beautiful, special people. Most of us are lovely and average and possess a variety of flavors.

Let me back up for a second before I hop on some unforgivable soap box. Think back to when you were a teen. Go on, even if it takes a second. If it helps, open an old yearbook. I was surprised to discover that a lot of the popular girls I was so jealous of back then were all pretty awkward looking, just like me. TV and movies have skewed us a bit because girls who are 23, 25, 27 are cast as 16 and 17 year olds and we’ve started to think this is a normal look for teens. (Teens think so too.)

Anyone born before 1993 would be more than 19 years old.

Robert Pattinson of Twilight? 1986
Jennifer Lawrence of The Hunger Games? 1990
Nina Dobrev of The Vampire Diaries? 1989
Thomas Dekker of The Secret Circle? 1987
Kristen Stewart of Twilight? 1990
Alex Pettyfer of Beastly and I am Number Four? 1990
Blake Lively of Gossip Girl? 1987
Leighton Meester of Gossip Girl? 1986
Penn Badgley of Gossip Girl? 1986
Troian Bellisario of Pretty Little Liars? 1985

It’s not normal. Teenagers, boys and girls alike, are still growing into their bodies. They wear the trends of the moment (big hair, straight hair, permed hair, pixie hair, big bangs, straight bangs, no bangs). They’re still wearing braces or just got over braces or never got them in the first place. Teens are a little crooked, a little new, and both very similar and incredibly unique from each other. Not to say teens can’t be beautiful and hot but that’s such an oversimplification of it all.

Our novels walk a weird tightrope between needing to be honest by describing things how they are for the reader (She’s blond, a little round in the face, has a scar on her left elbow, is short and thick and built like a soccer player.) and describing things for the character (He’s so hot OMG.) I know I still pass men and experience something akin to a stroke and my brain turns to mush, but when I describe him to my girlfriends later I make sure to give such details as to make their hearts sweat, too.

I want to give examples, I really do, but I am uncomfortable with the business of laying down judgment on anyone. So let me just say this:

 The world is filled with wondrous variety. Describe some of it.

 

Jan 272012
 

I was off to save the world and I totally beat up this camera guy villain.

Writing

Books

Blogging

All That Other Stuff

  • Mary Robinette Kowel has launched a great idea: The Month of Letter Writing (like, real letters. With stamps. And mailboxes nailed to the front of your house.) If you were around last Valentine’s Day, you can already guess the announcement I’m going to make on Monday, so you can see how excited I am about February being the Month of Letter Writing.
Jan 252012
 

Last week I participated in a conversation in which the question was posed-

             Are you a creator or a channeler?

As in, when you write, do you believe the story comes from you alone or do you believe that something out there touches you, speaks to you, or flows through you in which case the story is not yours but comes from something more primal and you are simply a conduit?

My first reaction was, of course I’m a creator, and certainly everyone else on these boards who are professional writers will feel the same way. The overdramatic belief that a muse is whispering in the ear of the artist is reserved only for annoying creative writing majors and people who spend more time talking about writing than actually writing. Right?

Oh man. I am so naive sometimes. I mean, granted, I have known a pile of annoying creative writing majors who proved to me how true this supposedly was in college, but it is also ridiculously narrow minded of me. Why is it so hard to see that just because we do something our way doesn’t mean it is the only way?

I think I consider the whole Muse thing as a bit of a crutch for most writers which is why I am so immediately dismissive of it. I hear comments often like “I can’t write when my muse isn’t talking to me.” Or “I can’t change that scene, it’s what the muse told me to write.” And my absolute least favorite line, “My characters told me that’s what they would do/say. I can’t change it. They told me to write it that way.”

But hearing these amazing writers describe their process, either through the I am creator process or I am being whispered to by something greater than myself or somewhere in between, made me really open my eyes to the fact that creating is a singularly individual act and no two creators are alike. This is a beautiful, dazzling realization. And better still, if we were to try out a new process, just to see, could we open up a whole other side of our creative self we never knew existed?

After talking to these writers, all of whom I respect and admire and whose minds are really awe inspiring, I’ve found a new affection for the idea of channeler. I know I am not one, but how magical to feel the presence of purpose as if some energy out in the world pointed and said, “This story is yours if you have the courage to take it.” It is certainly a romantic notion, but it is also a beautiful challenge.

As a creator, I feel like I am responsible for coming up with the idea and executing it and if I fail at any point along the way, it is on my shoulders alone. Likewise, should I succeed, I get to take full credit. But at no point do I feel like the story belongs only to me, that I have been chosen for it.

When I create a story, I can feel the cadence of the story as I write. The rhythm. This is what happens, this is what happened, leading up to this great thing and it is as if instinct allows me to feel out where the pieces should fall. When the rhythm is off, I know there is a problem. When the rhythm is right, the writing is very strong. When the rhythm is gone, the story is gone.

And I edit. Constantly. It makes me a slow writer but I produce more polished work when my first draft is complete. I cannot just write and see it to the end and go back and edit. I cannot write when the rhythm is off. I cannot continue when the beat is missing.

My process is not spiritual or supernatural or particularly moving. It is fairly utilitarian.

Describe to me your process. Are you a creator? Are you a channeler? Tell me what it feels like. 

 

Jan 242012
 

I swear I swear I swear I will get back to normal posts soon. One more big announcement post:

Last year I participated in the A to Z Challenge and had a blast! I met so many new bloggers and friends and I know a lot of blog friends who launched their blogging career on the April challenge. You can check out all of my posts from last year here or you can check out some of my favorite posts:

 

From the A to Z Challenge site: http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

Can you post every day except Sundays during this month?  And to up the bar, can you blog thematically from A to Z?

Most of the time if you subtract Sundays from April, you then have 26 days–one day for each letter of the alphabet.  When April 1st lands on a Sunday you begin on that day which will be the only Sunday you would post during that month’s challenge.

Using this premise, you would start beginning April First with a topic themed on something with the letterA, then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on until you finish on April thirtieth with the theme based on the letter Z.  It doesn’t even have to be a word–it can be a proper noun, the letter used as a symbol, or the letter itself.  The theme of the day is the letter scheduled for that day.

Most of you are probably familiar with Sue Grafton and her best selling series of detective novels known as the “Alphabet Series” that started in 1982 with “A” Is For Alibi up to her most recent “V” Is For Vengeance“.   She has made a franchise with the series and there have been  other authors who have taken similar approaches.  This Blogging From A to Z Challenge will be in the same vein.

 

Yes I am going to be participating in the A to Z Challenge this year (though I have no idea what I’m going to write about yet). What about you? Will you be participating?

Thank you to all of the great bloggers hosting this challenge this year! Can’t wait to see what everyone has come up with.

Jan 232012
 

It started with this:

I found this awesome quote while I was hip deep in Cybils reads and I thought, that’s so true. Every year, hell, every month has been better than the last. And if my whole world keeps going like this, greater things really are yet to come.

So I thought about this quote for a while and it made me remember all the other things I have stashed in a bookmark folder called “inspiration” which houses videos and inspirational photography that remind me of book covers and characters or just make me want to write a story about what I’m seeing. It is filled with so much random stuff and I can’t possibly share it all because that’s all this blog would end up being – nothing but one inspirational photograph after another.

But what if I had a blog that was all about inspirational and motivational photography, quotes, videos, etc etc?

Yeah. Yeah I could really use that.

And so one October day while I balanced Anna Dressed in Blood on one knee, I spent about 20 minutes building Airships to Mars, the Tumblr that would put to use all the stuff I’d been collecting. Because if I need this stuff, chances are, other writers might too.

So, allow me to introduce you to my new Tumblr, Airships to Mars : It’s got stuff you might like. There’s no updating schedule, I just post stuff when I find it that other writers, hell, other readers might thoroughly enjoy. If you like that sort of thing, enjoy! If you don’t, that’s cool. You don’t have to check out Airships to Mars in order to enjoy Tell Great Stories.

This icon has now appeared in the right sidebar- by clicking on it you can go directly to the Tumblr (or click on it below) and enjoy! The direct link is: http://airshipstomars.tumblr.com/

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Jan 182012
 

STOP SOPA AND PIPA

 

In support of the blackout protest, there will not be a post update for 1/18/2012 on Tell Great Stories. Instead, please take a moment to educate yourself on Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) in the U.S. House of Representatives and the PROTECT IP Act (PIPA) in the U.S. Senate. While only piracy is a serious issue, SOPA and PIPA are not the answer.

Take action. Because if either of these are passed, the internet as we know it will change forever and even book bloggers could face trouble ahead. Educate yourself. Take action.

SOPA has been dropped for now after the White House came out against it, but PIPA is still on the table and will be up for vote on January 24th.

Many sites are going black today, including Wikipedia. Other sites against SOPA and PIPA include:  RedditBoingBoing, Etsy, eBay, WordPress, Mozilla, Twitter, Tumblr, Google, Facebook, AOL, and more.

Wikipedia Blackout Information

TechDirt on what SOPA and PIPA will mean for everyone

What can you do right now?

   

 And don’t just take my word for it. Author Scott Westerfeld has maybe one of the best posts about how SOPA and PIPA will alter the way we blog about books we love. Click here to read.

 

Jan 172012
 

97 out of 172

As a first time judge, I had no idea what to expect. As soon as the nominations started coming in, I began trying to collect the books from my library and mark off the ones I’d already read. The category I was judging was Fantasy & Science Fiction – Teen and by the end of nominations we had 172. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO. That is almost two years worth of reading for me right there.

And I’m not going to lie. I was intimidated as hell.

We knew that we were not expected to read 172 books, but between the seven of us we’d need to read all of the books at least once, preferably twice.

I started off very strong, plowing through a book a day at least. I can’t even tell you what else I did for about 4 weeks. I read on my way to work. I read before work started. I read during my breaks and my lunch. I read while I waited for my husband to pick me up after work and I read on my way home. I read after dinner and I read until it was time to go to bed. I read at the gym. On the weekends I did nothing but read.

I had these grand ideas of keeping up this pace, of reading every book all the way through. My blind naive optimism was just darling, by the way. Just darling.

By the end of October I was already pretty exhausted so I had a nice long talk with myself and myself and I agreed that we needed to approach the mounting pile of books with a more sensible outlook. This became even more obvious when the publishers started sending their review copies.

Before I go on, I’m sure there are no publisher people reading my blog, but I just want to send a giant THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING to them. They were very generous with making sure we had books to review. I was pleased when most of the books I wanted to check out from my library had a waiting list, so the publishers should be proud that there were a good 25 books at least that my library couldn’t pony up because I was like number 14 on the waiting list.

I remember the day my Harper Collins box arrived and I knelt down and kind of wept over their beautiful books. Of course by the end of the first week my anxiety started to grow as the wall of unread books piled its way across my dining room table. My mailman may never forgive me.

With that many books crossing my hands, inevitably I started being able to pick out very very quickly those that could compete from those that couldn’t. There’s this certain feeling, something I’ll go into more later, that the really great books had that the others just didn’t. Not that those others were bad, on the contrary several of my very favorite books from the nominations list weren’t shortlist contenders.

There were also very bad books. No fair sugar coating that, there were a few that would have benefited from some stronger editing. I still read them and gave them a fair shake.

As for all of those books I was given as review copies from publishers? Most of them are being donated to my husband’s Senior English classroom library which he will no doubt share with other English teachers in his department. They are very excited.

There are a couple of books I’m keeping for myself, primarily because of emotions I developed for that particular copy. (Also Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma, the one I spilled coffee on, though I kind of love it even more for it. I was so engrossed in the moment, half standing up, preparing to run or scream or get hysterical because of what was happening and….whooops. Coffee Fail.)

So you know which books made the short list (click here for a reminder), but what about those books that didn’t quite make the short list? I’ve got several, ready to be blown away? Here we go!

 

How I Stole Johnny Depp’s Alien Girlfriend by Gary Ghislain

I want to get 100 copies of this book and hand it out to everyone I meet. This was probably the biggest surprise of all 172 books. The name is ridiculous, and the book is not very long, so I kind of thought it was MG when I first saw it. (It’s not.) I also thought, no way could this book be that great. I figured it would be a quick read to check off my list.

LITTLE DID I KNOW. Gary Ghislain is a genius. This book is hysterical, like tears streaming down my face, can’t catch my breath, everyone in my house thinking I was going mental. It’s clever and VERY smart, the kind of smart that sneaks up on you when you’re bent over gasping for breath through peals of laughter. Twice I ended up on the phone with friends reading passages aloud. I can’t tell you how many text messages and Tweets I wrote that started out, “You have GOT to get this book…”

That should be enough for you to pick up a copy, but alright, here’s the plot:

An alien girl, Zelda, comes to Earth from her Amazonian-like planet where women rule in order to find her soul mate, have sex with him, and drag him back to her planet within a small window of time. Crazy alien girl ends up picked up by the cops and dumped off at the doorstep of a man who treats kids with behavioral problems.

His son, our protagonist David, a shy kind of nerdy socially awkward boy, is drawn to her like a moth to flame because she’s practically insane, a sort of Michelle Rodriguez Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

David ends up on a wild ride he can’t escape in an effort to help her find Johnny Depp (her mate) before Zelda’s time is up. Even though she belongs to Johnny Depp, a besotted David might end up being the only boy Zelda wants…if they can survive the explosions, police chases, and violent alien interlopers desperate for a way home.

AWESOME, I KNOW.

 

The False Princess by Eilis O’Neal

The False Princess on Amazon

I’m not a huge fan of high fantasy. So much of it is so repetitive that I tend to have a knee jerk reaction to new releases. I’m more of the sci-fi side of sci-fi/fantasy. When The False Princess became available at my library via Kindle, I was skeptical but ready.

This is my second favorite surprise read of the Cybils year. I loved loved loved this story of heartache and loneliness. The emotions felt by the heroine are universal and so easy to identify with. It is a very a-typical story of magic and love, betrayal and corruption. I can’t wait to pick up a copy for my own collection. I think it will be a book I end up loaning out often.

Nalia is a princess – she’s bright, charming, and full of promise. Her best friend is a noble boy who spends most of his time at the palace with her. Everything is exactly as it should be until Nalia’s 16th birthday and in a very brief, cold explanation, Nalia is told she is really Sinda, a peasant girl raised as a stand in for the real Nalia who has been raised in secret away from the court for her own protection.  Sinda, for all intents and purposes, was the body double for the real princess – to die in her stead if the premonitions of the princess’s bleak future were true. Safe at 16, the real Nalia is brought to court and Sinda is ushered out in an unremarkable carriage, unable to speak to the mother and father she grew up loving, unable to say goodbye to her best friend. She has nothing of value to her name except a purse of money to give to her only surviving relative, an aunt who works as a dyer in a village. Having been raised a princess, she has only gowns meant to be worn at court, no skills, no useful knowledge and her aunt has no time or patience for this wasted girl.

When it is clear she is not welcome any longer in this village, she goes back to the city to work as a mage’s scribe where she learns about the powerful, dangerous magic in her blood that had been magically blocked her entire life while she was at court. Sinda has to find a new life for herself, develop a new skill set and try to make her own way in the world, but intrigue, betrayal, and corruption lead her endlessly back to the boy she left behind, the girl who stole her life, and royal secrets that will change all of them forever.

 

Other Honorable Mentions!

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

On Amazon

Via GoodReads: Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.

In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grown dangerously low.

And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”; she speaks many languages–not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

When one of the strangers–beautiful, haunted Akiva–fixes his fire-colored eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

 

Forgotten by Cat Patrick

On Amazon

Via Goodreads: Each night at precisely 4:33 am, while sixteen-year-old London Lane is asleep, her memory of that day is erased. In the morning, all she can “remember” are events from her future. London is used to relying on reminder notes and a trusted friend to get through the day, but things get complicated when a new boy at school enters the picture. Luke Henry is not someone you’d easily forget, yet try as she might, London can’t find him in her memories of things to come.

When London starts experiencing disturbing flashbacks, or flash-forwards, as the case may be, she realizes it’s time to learn about the past she keeps forgetting-before it destroys her future.

 

 

Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma

On Amazon

Via GoodReads: Chloe’s older sister, Ruby, is the girl everyone looks to and longs for, who can’t be captured or caged. When a night with Ruby’s friends goes horribly wrong and Chloe discovers the dead body of her classmate London Hayes left floating in the reservoir, Chloe is sent away from town and away from Ruby.

But Ruby will do anything to get her sister back, and when Chloe returns to town two years later, deadly surprises await. As Chloe flirts with the truth that Ruby has hidden deeply away, the fragile line between life and death is redrawn by the complex bonds of sisterhood.

With palpable drama and delicious craft, Nova Ren Suma bursts onto the YA scene with the story that everyone will be talking about.

 

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

On Amazon

Via GoodReads: A mysterious island.

An abandoned orphanage.

A strange collection of very curious photographs.

It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.

A spine-tingling fantasy illustrated with haunting vintage photography, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children will delight adults, teens, and anyone who relishes an adventure in the shadows

 

Skyship Academy: The Pearl Wars by Nick James

 On Amazon

Via GoodReads: A devastated Earth’s last hope is found in Pearls: small, mysterious orbs that fall from space and are capable of supplying enough energy to power entire cities. Battling to control the Pearls are the Skyship dwellers—political dissidents who live in massive ships in the Earth’s stratosphere—and the corrupt Surface government.

Jesse Fisher, a Skyship slacker, and Cassius Stevenson, a young Surface operative, cross paths when they both venture into forbidden territory in pursuit of Pearls. Their chance encounter triggers an unexpected reaction, endowing each boy with remarkable—and dangerous—abilities that their respective governments would stop at nothing to possess.

Enemies thrust together with a common goal, Jesse and Cassius make their way to the ruins of Seattle to uncover the truth about their new powers, the past they didn’t know they shared, and a shocking secret about the Pearls.

 

Jan 162012
 

Image: 'New Year in Freiburg' http://www.flickr.com/photos/57361659@N02/6612408915

I don’t really do new year’s resolutions, which is why you haven’t seen me talk about them yet. Every time I say “This year I’m going to…” I almost immediately forget I said anything about it and it goes unaccomplished.

This year, I’ve made sort of a “2012 Bucket List” which is full of stuff I already planned on doing, but I love lists and I love the satisfaction of checking them off, so I wrote it all down and I am presenting it to all of you because that’s what we do this time of year. We parade our goals about for the world to judge and mock.

So, what’s on your bucket list/resolution list? Is there anything I’m missing that I should totally try to accomplish?

 

2012 Bucket List

  1. Finish the superhero story
  2. Write a query for superhero story
  3. Interview an author I love
  4. Write a short horror story
  5. Meet the Bransforumers (March 4th!!!!)
  6. Take a roadtrip to someplace weird
  7. Attend 1 major writing/book convention
  8. Attend 1 major comic book/sci-fi convention
  9. Visit the rotating jail
  10. Redo my bedroom
  11. Build an outdoor yoga/workout space
  12. Record a video blog
  13. Make homemade marshmallows and dip them in something extraordinary
  14. Sew something pretty
  15. Be someone’s critique partner
  16. Enter a writing contest (*and win)
  17. Send a thank you letter to every author whose book I read and love this year
  18. Learn to crochet (and crochet weird little animals)
  19. Run a mile and keep going without dying, passing out, or throwing up
  20. Run in the:
    • The Gambler (5K) (April)
    • Corporate Cup Race (10k) (September)
    • Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure (October)
  21. Redo the laundry room
  22. Start a lending account on Kiva.com and help as many people as possible
  23. Train for Trek to the Top (Feb 2013)
  24. Donate blood regularlythis year
    • January 17
  25. Read 100 books
  26. Volunteer for a reading/book program in my hometown
  27. Apply to participate in Cybils again
  28. Take a ballroom dancing class
  29. Rebuild the veggie garden
  30. Maintain 400 unique blog hits every day by providing super awesome content (*fingers crossed*)