I'm middle aged. Probably even more so because who all lives until age 80? I know my parents didn't.
I loved telling stories when I was growing up. I had notebooks filled with "novels". I had short stories. I could turn pretty much whatever into a story.
Then I became driven.
First to graduate high school at age 15. Which I did.
Then to start college at age 16. Which I did.
Then to save the world for the Lord Jesus Christ. Which I tried. I made the worst missionary.
Then to figure out what live was about. I'm still doing.
To become financially secure. Which I failed at.
I'm just tired. I'm in my twentieth year of selling on eBay. I took care of my mother for years. I don't regret it. But I lost myself.
I have stories. There was the time I was in an argument at the Peace and Love Bar. The time a koala used me as a potty. The time I crossed the Baltic Sea with a Ben Stein look alike. Drank a beer with a former teacher. How many people know what that feels like? Slept on a picnic table in a foreign country. Got so lost I ended up at China. Really.
I have stories. I've been trying to write for years. Aside from a piece published in a Chicken Soup book, I've been letting others tell me how to write. What makes money.
I tried blogging. I had to write focusing on money. And it never came to me. I wouldn't recommend the big courses or hosting or whatever that brought most bloggers so much money.
But I have a voice. I have stories. Stories that entertain, teach, and just are funny.
So I had this thought. . . What if I started a blog about what I want to write about, just to tell my stories. No SEO optimization. No hearing I have to have an e-mail list, no nothing. Just a place for me.
What if I just added a tip jar to my blog instead of trying to hock all sorts of stuff so I get a small kick back? If a blog post speaks to some, they could tip me. Or a regular reader. But not make money the main reason of my blog.
A place where I can share fun findings from family history, be real, be honest, and let my voice be heard.
Let's try this.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
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