I write every single day. I have five blogs, I take two days off a week from the blogs but that does not mean I don’t write. I have not had very much success getting people to follow this particular blog although my other blogs do boast quite a number of readers. I cannot believe I have not written in this particular blog since July 8th. I feel like it is the one I need to be writing in more often just to get some practice in.
One day long ago, I decided to follow a guy who is an expert in blogging. He promised his followers (thousands!) that if we followed his advice (some free, some premium) we could increase readership and monetize our blog if that was a goal. I have never been able to actually sell anything I write. All of my work has been given freely and it has been quite a bit of work. I did do translations that I was paid for but they did not fulfill me, it was just a way to pay bills.
At the end of June, I concluded what turned out to be decades of volunteering in my various communities. I am 65 years old. I had a dream once, a dream of becoming a writer. I believe I have some talent, I know I have a lot of desire. What I am lacking, however, is the poverty that would make it imperative for me to NOT give my work away. This has always been my problem, not only in the writing area but in everything I sign up for. And I will give you a quick example of just how much of a patsy I can be: Today a friend of mine realized that she made a reservation at a hotel and found herself at what she thought was her intended hotel with no reservation. That part was solved but now she will likely lose her money on the other hotel…my immediate reaction was to offer to pay for the room even though the entire affair had nothing to do with me and I am not even with her in this moment.
Why? I think this is the kind of thing I need to address in therapy if I ever decide to go back. Why in the world do I feel guilty when I had nothing whatsoever to do with her mistake? Hell, she didn’t ask me for a loan or anything. I have no explanation for this but I do think I need to sit with it and mull it over. When did I become responsible for everything that goes wrong everywhere? No doubt it is some childhood thing but again, when do we stop blaming our parents for our quirks and begin to take some responsibility? A conundrum.
Sometimes I feel guilty when I subscribe to a “free” newsletter and then get hit with “if you want premium content, please subscribe at $…” I mean when I launched my newsletter, I financed it, brought in talent in exchange for ads and generally paid for everything I needed to because it was a newsletter that I thought the community needed not that the community asked me to do it. With that logic, I felt that it was my obligation to present it free of charge and NEVER expect to be paid a single penny. When people started asking for things like “Letters to the Editor” or a complaint section, I felt perfectly justified to say: nope, it’s my newsletter. If you want that, then you make a newsletter yourself. The subject was dropped pretty quickly and I eventually did end the newsletter simply because once you start getting sponsors, the content is subject to another’s approval. I don’t like not having control. But my apologies, I will try to write regularly as I promised and about writing to improve my writing. Adding a few new followers would be a welcome by-product but I am glad for the ones I have. Thanks for being here!