The advertisement said that if I started blogging, I would probably become rich, and I would get lots of new friends. Who wouldn’t want friends with money. If I can get rich from blogging, then how much more must people be making from reading somebody else’s nonsense—oops, blogs. I’m beginning to like this blogging thing, already.
All I have to do is write something—anything. I’m waiting. The page is still blank. My wife suggested I could do the dishes, to get some inspiration, or bring in the trash cans, change the oil— Wow! All of a sudden my mind is a firmament of ideas.
Maybe it’s not the writing itself that brings in the blog-money, perhaps it’s from an indirect source—a therapeutic effect? For example, if it keeps me from going to a shrink, it will be like “money in my pocket.” So, okay I’ll blog.
I have decided to pick a subject, logically (I am an engineer), and I think Daniel Webster would be proud. Thumb the pages. Let the page-breeze fan my face; then stop!
I forgot. I am a Ipad user now with only an electronic dictionary. No pages to fan. Therefore, I need an electronic method to select a subject to blog about at random. Something that will be totally new and unusual. I have it. I’ll go to the “T” section of my digital dictionary. My name, Terry, starts with T—this will work. My first name has five letters, so I’ll drop down to the fifth word —TARRY. Argh, defeated before I start!
The best advice and fastest way to learn is to follow the professionals, “get thee a teacher.” I’ll go and read some other blogs, then I’ll know what to write about.
I’m back. I have learned how to properly brew my tea, start a PinInterest site, and have verified that there is little, if any, money in reading blogs.
Maybe, I should pay someone to teach me to blog. But that’s negative-direction cashflow—not my plan. I’m funny, I could write humor pieces. Everybody needs a good, daily laugh. It’s also therapeutic (Thank goodness for autocorrect. You wouldn’t believe how I’ve massacred that word). My wife agrees with humor. She says the way I twitch when I sleep in my chair is hilarious, and my clothes choices some morning would make Walmart people snicker. Okay, dear, I get it.
Out West, in the old frontier, real men challenged the elements to get rich during the California gold rush. But few found enough gold to get back home again. Those who did well were the people who supplied the products the miners needed to find their fortunes. That’s what I will do, be a supplier for bloggers. I shall provide editing service, criticism, whatever support items bloggers need to help themselves get rich.
Forthwith, I now officially start my service. And with the speed of the internet I now have my first official customer. This is exciting!
“What can I do for you Miss? Anything, anything at all.”
“I just need one thing—What should I write about?”