Speechification. I wanted to improve my speech writing. A blog would be my accountability platform. Not a soul would pay attention, and my writing and elocution would improve. Easy peasy, right? This was my desire.
Be careful what you wish for.
Copyblogger was a revelation. I lost hours on that site.
Ashley Ambirge rocked my world.
Danny Brown motivated and advised me.
Nancy Davis showed me how to be real.
John Falchetto helped me see the possibilities.
Kaarina Dillabough sparked me to action.
I rebooted that account with zero followers and one stupid tweet.
I commented on blogs. A leap for me, really. And receiving comments back. Whoa! The first time a blogger responded to one of my posts I skipped around the block like a little kid. Bill Dorman, are you listening?
This was a brand new day.
I was learning the lingo, hobnobbing, Twittering away, and … why did I start this again? I was in this to improve my ability to scribble, then speak, hopefully a bit more creatively. That’s it.
I thirsted for more.
This preoccupation was intoxicating and I was obsessed. I wanted in. As in, tribe “in.” To monetize. To gain a loyal base of followers.
Oh, I didn’t even have a blog yet.
I figured I would follow the model of bloggers with fire and passion in their bellies, and lots of expletives. By the way, I still love some of these bloggers, but that ain’t my style. Dig?
So, I wrote: I will. I will …
Write epic shit! (I really did write that)
I had never before used the word, “epic.”
Always use real life experiences!
(Well, I could do that.)
Go out and have kick-ass, epic life experiences and then write about them.
(There’s that word again.)
And write more epic shit!
(Okay, enough with “epic” already.)
I know. How epic.
I couldn’t contain myself. sorry.
I would. I would. I would …
Be a lionhearted blogger, storming intrepid into unknown territory. Um, Okay.
This was the beginning. I was excited. Really excited.
You might detect trace elements of sarcasm. You would be right, but I really did feel this way, so I’m really laughing at myself. I do that a lot.
I’m still excited, but maybe a little more focused on presenting the real me. Does it show?
But … why am I here, really?
1. To write about my personal experiences. Check.
2. To improve my writing. Check.
3. Offer something that will help someone out there. Hopefully.
4. All while bringing some levity to my writing and never taking myself too seriously. We shall see, eh?
5. To eventually make some money. There, I said it.
Now it’s your turn.
I would love to learn what brought you here.
What steps did you take along the way?
Were you surprised what you discovered?
Why in the world did you start a blog?
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