It’s been another hell of a week, but I knew it was coming. So I planned accordingly.
Quite a few things fall by the wayside when my life gets too busy, but the first thing’s blogging.
I’m still writing, of course. Both professionally and privately. I’m working on a project right now that’s a dating book. Not kidding either.
My friend wrote a book, that I helped him on, and it did so well, he’s writing another. It’s a trip, actually. A long strange one.
To be candid, I should be over there working on his stuff right now. Instead I’m here – telling you about my crap week.
After my emo tirade last weekend, in which I created a title with predictive text. now I’m just purposely making weird hashtags in order to maximise the SEO and all that.
See, I purchased a book about becoming an awesome blogger, which I am not.
It said to use a lot of #hashtags that my reader could find me.
Tell me, dear reader. Did you find me via #hashtags? Or do we know each other in real life.
The book also said comments are important. I don’t know why comments are so valuable. Is this a dialogue? No, it is not.
I’m a benevolent dictator here at the miscellaneous blog, but I’m not too benevolent.
The right amount of benevolence is what I preach here.
However, the book informs me that comments mean people are engaged with the blog.
Please don’t become too engaged with the blog, though. Please.
Leave your little comments and be on your way. You’re testing my benevolence, by the way.
This online marketing lark has been just that. A long trip going apparently nowhere.
Signifying nothing. A long strange trip, after all.
(This post is dedicated to Phil Leah)