Blogging As A Career

These last few days I’ve been researching how to gain popularity for your blog. And by gaining popularity, you ultimately bring revenue to your blog. I figured that since Jason and Dooce make a living off of blogging, why can’t I? It’s a valid question to ask. Funny, I know, but still very valid.

I began looking at the pay-per-post companies that will pay you to blog about their products, ideas, blah blah blah, political bullshit, more trendy crap, blah blah blah. It only made me realize a few things about myself and my blog. I write (ok, type, dipshit) because I enjoy expressing myself. Sure, it would be nice to earn money blogging about, say, my cats or the latest Apple trend, but I want to write about what I want to write about and when I want to. Ok, did that last sentence make any sense what so ever, because I’m royally confused.

From there, I ventued into the area known as posting-your-site-to-every-god-damn-search-engine. This will force them to index my site and it’s entries, thus causing more people to visit, and thus causing some revenue to come in. Great, right? Yeah, fuck it.

Why am I even thinking about making money off of this site and my entries? I know once I do make money off an entry, it’ll make me run and hide from this site. And why would I want that? I’ve enjoyed writing on this site the last few months, because mainly a) I post whatever the hell I want when I want and b) you don’t know who the hell I am. Ok, maybe you do, but I like to think that you don’t know who is writing, k? Keep that our lil secret. Not that I care, but it’s the idea of it, ok? Ok!

So, here I am posting away on how to make money, er how not to make money blogging. Whatever. I’ve realized that if this site wants to make money, it’ll make money on it’s own. I’ll embrace it if it comes over time, but if it doesn’t happen — I’ll kick it to the curb continue chugging along. Because I simply like writing for you to read. And finding happiness is worth much more than any amount of money in the world. Well, unless it’s enough to allow me to retire, then I say, bring it on!

And don’t think I haven’t found happiness, because I have — her name is Rebecca.

In conclusion, kudos to you Jason and Dooce, I’m so insanely jealous you pay your mortgage and rent through your blog, kudos. But I’m not going to strive for any of that to happen to me. I’ll just let it happen on it’s own and then go around screaming, “hahaha, you losers, my mortgage is paid courtesy of my blog!”

Regards,

The author of whatever the hell this site is.

P.s. Next time, I’ll tell you guys to put on some earmuffs, I tend to curse. Mac, Sunny, Mowie, earmuffs, earmuffs!