Annie Boyd | annie boyd blogger
Words frequently pour from our mouths with no thought or imagination, and no awareness of the influence they have. Choose yours wisely. Blogging and social media strategy services by Annie Boyd, a Glasgow based social media consultant with clients UK wide.
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Words are powerful enough to build or burn bridges, encourage endeavors or crush confidence, intimidate individuals or motivate the masses. Words frequently pour from our mouths with no thought or imagination, and no awareness of the influence they have. Choose yours wisely.

Discover interviews, opinion, news and inspiration in these pages which I write purely for my own enjoyment. If you find something of interest hit the ‘share’ buttons and spread the word. Get in touch if I can help creating copy for your business.

Driving home from work I listen to the football phone in on the radio. I can’t pretend to be a football fan and I definitely couldn't explain the offside rule to you so perhaps it’s a little odd that I enjoy the show so much. What I like the most is the passion in the voices of the pundits and callers as they mull over the same issues week in week out.  I love listening to the male voices talking with such belief or disdain at what happened on the pitch and the colourful analogies used to get their point across. I like that there’s no swearing and that people have to ‘agree to disagree’ and toe the line to stay on air. The...

In April 2009 I was one year in to my first ever business, an online dating agency which hosted offline events - which was quite a novel idea to the Scottish singles market in those days, we were miles behind London. Everyone thought I was crazy and frequently laughed in my face but I was determined and rolled with the punches. Like every first time business owner I was hugely inexperienced and had no idea what I’d let myself in for. Did I mention that I was completely skint? The kind of skint that keeps you awake at night and involves wearing an extra jumper and surviving on a diet of cereal and spaghetti hoops on toast. I had ploughed...

Maggie Ritchie is an award-winning author and journalist who grew up in Zambia, Spain and Venezuela and lives in Glasgow with her husband, Michael, and their son. Her second novel, Looking for Evelyn, (Saraband) is published on June 22. Her first novel, Paris Kiss, won the Curtis Brown Prize and was well received in the UK and topped the bestseller list in Germany.  ‘Seven’ is a snapshot into Maggie's life collated from seven random sentences which I invited her to complete. Growing up in the bush in Zambia had a big influence on me because it  was such an adventure, and was the inspiration for my latest novel, Looking for Evelyn, about a forbidden inter-racial love affair set against political turmoil in Southern Africa. Books are...

Keith Richards, Hugh Bonneville, Lily Allen, Alex Crawford and Berry Gordy have been keeping me company lately. On long car journeys to visit clients or when I’m working from home. Mainly after a long day whilst I’m soaking in the bath, face mask on, eyes closed. 45 minutes of music and conversation on the BBC iPlayer with people who really have something to say. Or perhaps it’s not that they have something to say, it’s just that they are worth listening to. Desert Island Discs has been around forever, since 1942 to be exact but until recently I’d never paid attention. Now I find myself addicted. I need my fix at least twice weekly, more if I make the time. Time to...

I’d guess that as a child everyone who took your hand to cross the road told you to look left, look right then look again. Your parents, a teacher, the neighbour, your big sister, a friend. So many people knew the safest way to cross and were keen to pass that knowledge on to you, to keep you as safe as possible and limit risk. In my social media workshops the participants range from teenagers to chief executives, and on occasion high profile individuals with literally tens of thousands of followers. They’ve varying degrees of knowledge, some passed on, some guessed, some gained from trial and error. Frequently they’ve ventured across the road alone, in the dark with no hand to...

When I listen I try to hear what’s being said. I aim to be straight talking and I’m told that although I shoot from the hip I do so with a spoonful of sugar. Did you understand that last sentence? Some may think it refers to a cowboy movie or to Mary Poppins. It’s full of colloquial language that would baffle Google Translate. I edit myself when writing because I know that words are very powerful. Words are strong enough to build or burn bridges, encourage endeavours or crush confidence, intimidate individuals or motivate the masses. Words frequently pour out from our mouths with no thought or imagination, and no awareness of the influence they have. Words mean different things to different people. In...

Walking towards the doorway I raised my hand to wave at the male figure standing waiting and sheltering from the rain. As I got closer I realised that the man wasn’t my business lunch companion but a complete stranger. Before I could blink the stranger was shaking my hand and pulling me closer to kiss my cheek. ‘Lovely to meet you, hope you found it ok?’ He enquired. Slightly puzzled, but mostly amused, I inhaled his aftershave and explained that I wasn’t the lady he was waiting for. I had a fair idea what scenario was about to play in front of my eyes. The stranger nervously told me he was waiting for a date with a lady he’d been talking to...

Like a spiral in a spiral or a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning…..instead of windmills in my mind there is an abundance of endless stories, whirring around and around, half typed and stored on my laptop in a folder entitled ‘Half Written Blogs’. January has passed in a blur and it’s now midway through February. At some point last year I was supposed to have finished writing a book. A deadline I had set myself. I have the outline of the story and the characters. I’ve had brilliant advice from a couple of authors and fate put me in front of publishers and ‘people in the know’. But I wasn’t ready, it wasn’t finished, pfffft it was hardly...

Climbing the hill to the top where the grand Duke sits on his stone horse and looks out over this beautiful city the note caught my eye. A card lying on the ground, its curled corners waving at me in the lush green grass. I lifted it and turned it over to read ‘Lily Rose, you are forever in our thoughts and hearts. Always xxx’ and glanced up to see a bunch of flowers tied to the branch of a tree. I placed the card with the flowers and stepped away feeling sad, it was impossible to tell if the ink was stained by rain or a sea of tears. The park is awash with emotions, declarations of love, pride, heartache,...

Please take a moment to watch this video about internet safety. It’s a wake up call and a reminder to be cautious about what we share online and to be aware of the security settings on accounts. Is your full date of birth visible on Facebook and LinkedIn? What about ‘checking in’ places every time you buy a coffee, or arrive at work or the gym? Is posting online your day to day movements a risk to personal safety? Are you oversharing and leaving yourself open to identity fraud? We all have a level of sharing we are comfortable with. Social media is very like the rush hour train you get to work each morning. Some people are passengers, physically there but...