I really gotta give props where props are due.
I would have never gotten started with this “Blogging Business” if it weren’t for this guy who does his own thing over at Singlebarbed.com.
He knew that my goal was to become a “Real Writer” some day, but since I was clearly lacking even the most basic talent, he suggested it would be a good idea to start by exercising my writing muscle.
(Whatever that means, since I have pretty much given up exercising any of the others, while I peruse the world wide web for original content that I can “showcase” on my site.)
The good news is that I have totally avoided the heartbreak of cruel rejection letters from harried editors.
The bad news is I have given up what little life I had for an income in the high zero figures.
And to make matters worse, that during the past 20 months of sequestration, the travel writing profession has progressed towards oblivion—along with most all of the printed media—as evidenced at Killing Batteries, by one of the most clever travel writers, who is now contemplating all sorts of bizarre career paths as a result of non-existent job opportunities. Be safe, Leif.
Speaking of clever writers, my buddy over at Singlebarbed (think Hunter S. Thompson in a skin-tight neoprene body suit) has resorted to selling surgical devices on his website. Thompson would certainly fear such a development and would have been loathing to accept the situation.
But anyone who has been following the evolution of journalism, and writing in general, whether as a content producer or as a lurking viewer, will appreciate that there may be a future out there for us.
Again, in reference to Mr. Singlebarbed, he has showed us the apparent ascension of the vocation of writing in being published in an “eZine,” which does show some promise as a commercial enterprise, or at least time will tell.
So, as I watch my writing aspirations caught in a downward counterclockwise spiral (clockwise south of the equator) I will continue to have hope that my blogging (or as I tell my wife, “providing content to a multimedia travel humor website”) will transport me where I have always dreamed that a writing career could take me.
A book tour to some obscure little indie bookstore where I hook up with Meg Ryan.
And a Terry Gross interview on NPR.