A Letter to My Old Blog Friends
Dear Old Blog Friends,
For the last three months I have been silent on my previous four blogs with the exception of the occasional comment. If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, you’re about to find out.
Several years ago I was in a pickle. Dill, not sweet. I was without a job with an ailing redhead and two boys who had a terribly expensive food addiction. Having no alternatives, I began writing. I wrote lots of things, at first religious and then technical, realizing I couldn’t make enough money writing just religious stuff.
(That’s worked out well, by the way, as it would be tough to get work writing for Christian publications given my current state of belief.)
I persevered and made a nice pile of money. Enough to live on comfortably, be generous with others, take vacations, pay for college, etc. I created and sold a couple web sites.
But I didn’t enjoy it. I did it, but it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing.
So over the last year or so I spent a good deal of time finding myself. Turns out I was under the sofa.
I came to a disturbing discovery. I wanted to start getting paid for writing funny.
In general I am an optimist. But I was not in any way optimistic about my ability to earn money writing funny stuff. I put up this site, put into it some things I knew would be necessary if I was going to make any money, and then was terrified to pursue it.
Even though I would tell everyone else—my kids, my friends, Hillary Clinton—to pursue their dreams, I was having trouble taking that advice myself.
It’s even hard to write this silly post.
So, today, I am publicly sucking it up and pursuing my dream of writing what I want to write and getting paid for it. I figure I need about 30K visitors a month to make my nut.
I promise to be funny if you promise to tell your friends.
And somehow, somewhere some advertisers will like me and decide to buy a spot on my blog, in my emails, in my RSS feed or all three.
And then I can afford to get that collectors edition Betty Paige blow-up doll I’ve been wanting.
I’m glad your back.
Thanks Scott. Now buy some advertising.
Jesus H. Christ. I was worried you were dead or something.
I’m glad you’re not.
Thanks Lou.
Lou, what does the H. mean?
Kevin, can i buy a huge widget on your sidebar pointing to my blog?
Kristina,
It stands for Hosephatz.
I’d abbreviate that too, if my mother hung it on me.
Woohoo! Chase that dream ’til it files a restraining order!
“In general I am an optimist. ”
Now that was quite funny!