PAULA NEAL MOONEY

by Paula Neal Mooney Many of you may already know that I write for Associated Content , a site that's recently come up with a cool enhancement that lets writers track the pageview count of each of their published articles. (Thanks, theBarefoot , for making me aware of this!) A long time in the making, this much-desired feature can be found under the content producer's "My Content" tab. Associated Content is still working out the kinks in this beta pageview feature, but once it all shakes down I pray the below stats will be congruent with what my clout index amazingly reflects: that in the six months since I've joined Associated Content and published 113 articles, those pieces have received a combined total of one million pageviews. This morning I cut and pasted the pageview stats I've received thus far (which total close to half-a-million but should be updated soon, AC says) into Excel and sorted them in descending order. And what have I learned from this sam...

by Paula Neal Mooney A teacher at my child’s pre-school peeked into my minivan as I stopped in the driveway to let my daughter out and took advantage of my few seconds of stillness to put the finishing touches of crimson polish on the acrylic nail covering my thumb. "Mom is multi-tasking," she observed. "Always," I answered, before zipping back down West Market Street with my driver’s side window and sunroof ajar, drying my nails in the 30-degree weather. I had only a few minutes to devote to wet nails – for once home I’d hit it again: back on the computer, typing in my drafty sitting room as the sun beamed brightly beyond the bay window through the trees. I Know How I Do It… …‘cause I know I’m not really the one doing all the miraculous tasks that make up my days, flowing smooth as melted butter. Take one day last December, for instance, when I raced my son into his classroom with around 100 seconds to spare, then traipsed with my daughter over to WalMart to buy a ...

by Paula Neal Mooney Okay, so it wasn't the heartfelt, gushing letters I just read at this site full of romantic love letters -- a client of PayPerPost.com, who's sponsoring this post. In fact it was a handwritten note telling me he'd stopped home for lunch and dropped off my dry cleaning, but it was still nice just the same. It made me smile that in this IMing, email-driven, Google Talking world anyone would take the time to put pen (in this case, marker) to paper anymore to communicate anything. I know I haven't done so in a while and have two big thank you notes waiting in my mental queue... "Early on in our relationship my sweetheart became a little overwhelmed," writes the scribe of a 'Dear John' (or is it Dear Jane?) letter originally titled 'Sorry' on the romantic love letters site that has a plethora of ideas that could go a long way to inspire some non-writing sap exactly 29 days from today. "When she signed up with eHarmony,...