How has it gone so far? Eh. So-so. My blogs describe my determination to 'catch up and keep up' but there's a paradox. I'm further behind than ever because I spend too much time blogging. Some days nothing else gets done, as I struggle to get something, anything posted. That's a huge negative.
Hubby - "There are no clean glasses."
Me ----- "Sorry. Today's blog was tough. I never got to the dishes."
Hubby - "Just like yesterday and the day before?"
Me ----- "At least I'm getting something done."
Hubby - "I see no paycheck. I'll be upstairs. Thirsty."
Which brings up another negative... no money. Op-ed spots on popular online sites are harder to score than a winning lottery ticket, only the payout is much worse. If you're famous, attractive, connected, controversial, and passionate about whatever niche you occupy, you might be one of the lucky ones to get about $10 per blog.
Mind you, $10 is better than nothing (although I spent more than that on the coffee it took to write this much). The only other way to make money is to sell advertising. No thanks! Inflicting spam on one's loyal readers seems like a poor way to thank them.
But enough about the negatives. There are positives too. I'm applying myself. I'm doing something that might get me where I want to be. The plan was to post 100 blogs, as proof that I could write something almost every day. That's my plan, and I'm sticking with it.
The real challenge is to decide what direction to take after Blog #100. Hope you'll stay with me as I decide. Thanks again for your support. That includes Hubby, by the way. He may be doubtful about where this is going, but he's still paying for the coffee.
Hey there! Nice blog Greta. Just call me Horf! I'm not sure that blogging every day would suit my lifestyle as I absolutely hate writing something when I have nothing to say. When I feel like ranting or when something happens that I want to share with the world then I write something. Mostly my blog is about health and diet issues although I have been known to write about other stuff occasionally.
ReplyDeleteYour little episode above with hubby would go like this (I'm quoting a good friend of mine):
Hubby: There are no clean glasses!
Inge: I'm writing a book and I don't see a piano tied to your ass so clean your own damned glass.
Of course Inge would say that to whoever complained or whined about getting things done, be it her sister, friend, daughter, husband.
Keep on blogging. I'll be checking in every day.