I know when I started this blog it was all about greatness, action and independence. Now that I’m a few months into it, I’d have to say it’s very hard to feel great when life just wears you down every day.
By no means am I complaining about my plight. Somehow — I don’t know how — I’ve managed to hang in there. But hanging in there is not the idea. I need money to take care of the little things, which would create enough time so I can focus on the big things.
But not so fast on being petty: it’s not about the money, actually. I have trouble making it because I consider myself a purist of ideas. My creations are not created to make money but rather have people enjoy and be influenced by.
Today I was looking at my other blog stats and found out that by far the average time people spend on the site is a little over a minute. Which means nobody is reading it. Which means I’m writing into thin air.
And so I make a decision that blogging is not my business but my hobby. The real business is going to come from this publishing model which the more I think about, will be part-technology and part human connectivity.
This publishing thing is more and more looking like an app, wherein people can purchase titles I procure, share their thoughts on their book and author and join other readers in on a movement.
Does this just sound like a cross between Facebook and Vook — Facevook? I’m not sure, but I need singular focus on it everyday. Even if for just an hour, the idea must be pushed and developed.
So this is how you go about writing a sentence that sends your word count just above 300.