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“Be the Voice They Subscribe To” BlurbIdea.com

“Be the Voice They Subscribe To” BlurbIdea.com This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tinrooftales.substack.com [https://tinrooftales.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Ignorance is Your Toughest Competitor

6-1/2 Minute Audio TEDTalk on how “Ignorance” is Your Toughest Competitor in Real Estate, Business and how to overcome it. Listen, while doing something else or driving (Don’t watch while driving). arlee@blurbidea.com mixcloud.com/blurbidea/tedtalk-on-how-ignorance-is-your-toughest-competitor-and-how-to-overcome-it This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tinrooftales.substack.com [https://tinrooftales.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

TalkChatGrow.com Film Noir Podcasting

It was a rainy Tuesday in the big city, the kind that makes ink bleed and ideas stir. I was a journalist with a nose for stories and a heart full of half-finished novels. The city was brimming with voices, authors, poets, storytellers, but no one knew how to bottle their brilliance into a podcast. I had the hunger, the mic, and a dream... but no clue where to start. Editing? Distribution? Collaboration? It all felt like chasing shadows in a fog. I needed a partner, not just a service. That’s when I stumbled across a name whispered in smoky cafés and writer’s dens, TalkChatGrow.com. I snaped my fingers! This was the missing piece. They handle the heavy lifting... editing that made my words sing, distribution that reached every corner of the map, and collaborative tools that turned solo scribbles into symphonies. Man, they made those computers, smartphones, smart watches and glasses sing. Even in commuting in my car has become audio programing I can love now! Suddenly, the voices of storytellers weren’t just heard—they were felt. If you’re an author, a writer, a dreamer with a tale to tell, don’t wait for the perfect moment. Create it! Visit TalkChatGrow.com and start your podcast journey today. Your story deserves more than silence. It deserves a spotlight. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tinrooftales.substack.com [https://tinrooftales.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Ode to Tin Roof Houses

“Ode to Tin Roof Houses” Lyrics: That old tin-roofed house, with its porch saggin’ low, Holds whispers of summers from decades ago. The screen door still creaks like a memory’s sigh, And the magnolia leans as the seasons drift by. That old tin-roofed house, where the stories were born, Of barefooted children and fields full of corn. Of grandmama’s hymns and the cicadas’ song, Of love that was lost and roots that stayed strong. It’s rusted and quiet, but the soul still remains, In the cracks of the plaster and water-stained panes. Southern authors, with pens dipped in clay, Write of the ghosts that still wander that way. That old tin-roofed house, now faded and worn, Is stitched into novels and tales that are sworn. Each peeling paint chip, each weathered wood beam, Becomes part of a poem, a chapter, a dream. So gather ‘round, y’all, let the storytellers speak, Of moonshine and heartbreak, of cotton and creek. Of the South as it was, and the South as it stays, In the hush of the pines and the heat of the days. That old tin-roofed house may be crumblin’ slow, But its stories still shimmer like fireflies aglow. Hear more Southern stories at TinRoofTales.com, Where memory lives, and the past carries on. Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tinrooftales.substack.com [https://tinrooftales.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

“That Ol’ Shrimp Boat”

🎧 Speakers On: “That Ol’ Shrimp Boat” LYRICS That Old Shrimp Boat, she don’t hum like she used to, Her nets hang quiet, her deck gone bare. She once danced with the tide like a fiddler’s tune, Now she’s docked in silence, salt in the air. That Old Shrimp Boat, I watched her glide, Along the shore on a summer’s day. With gulls in tow and the sun just right, She’d haul in dreams from that Lowcountry Bay. We’d sit on porches, hush our talk, Just to hear her engine’s low, proud moan. She was rhythm, she was ritual, she was work and walk, A Southern heartbeat carved in bone. That Old Shrimp Boat, a dying breed, Like stories whispered through Spanish moss. We wonder why the nets don’t feed, And what we’ve gained in what we’ve lost. What’s it like to helm her wheel, To mend her nets with weathered hands? To tie the knots that time can’t steal, And read the stars like ancient plans? That Old Shrimp Boat taught her crew To rise with dawn and chase the tide. To know the shrimp by scent and hue, To live where grit and grace collide. She carried tales in every plank, Of storms survived and jokes well-told. Of fathers, sons, and diesel tanks, And shrimp worth more than minted gold. That Old Shrimp Boat, we’ll miss her so, Her silhouette against the pink-lit sea. She’s part of who we are, you know, A Southern story, wild and free. So if you’ve got a tale to tell, Of boats, of kin, of Lowcountry lore, Of summer skies and salt that swells, Of shrimp and stories we adore... Then come on by, don’t wait too long, We’re saving you a seat, a mic, a song. Tell your Southern stories at TinRoofTales.com, The podcast for Southern Authors, Writers, and Storytellers. You know... where Southern Stories Come From? Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tinrooftales.substack.com [https://tinrooftales.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]