I haven’t posted as often as I would like in recent weeks. I’ve been preoccupied with a flurry of luxurious European cruises, when I haven’t been too busy enjoying my hobbies of snowboarding down Mt. Everest and skydiving over the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Yeah, this adventurous writing lifestyle is so wonderful I can barely keep up with myself.
In reality, I’ve been keyboarding my stubby fingers down to the first knuckle and acquiring permanent repetitive motion damage to the right side of my body trying to generate some ongoing Internet income through blogging, article writing, and affiliate marketing. (I’m serious about the damage to my right wrist, forearm, bicep, and shoulder. I’m not sure if the “permanent” part is accurate.)
If you want drama and excitement, try marriage and family rearing in today’s economy. Thankfully, the family part of that is behind me. The young’uns are well into their 30s and self-sustaining now. In fact, both are doing well. It won’t be too many years until their mother and I rely on them to find us a nice “home.”
Writing may be one of the most boring, humdrum parts of my life. Most of the writing I do involves cranking out large numbers of words in blog posts or articles focused on products I am trying to sell online via affiliate marketing.
If you are one of the fortunate few among my regular readers who have successfully written books, I congratulate you. I know, too, that the excitement of creating characters and telling stories is only a small part of the just-plain-dogged-determination-and-hard-work you put in to write, sell, and market those books. Good for you.
And good for any of you reading my words who make the job of writing your own. Even at it’s most mundane, it still beats W*RK, doesn’t it?