Futility

     It is frustrating with these blogs to get them all going.
     Each one is like an online character, and they all need attention.
     That takes time.
     It takes a lot of time.
     A lot of focus.
     Then, all you can do is sit there and wait.
     You wait for hits.
     They don't come.
     Every time you visit your blog, you get a hit on your little counter.
     Even that number helps you to get hits, because if people see that your blog is visited, they will be more likely to peruse, which will increase your overall hits, which will lead to even more hits.
     That is how it works.
     Then, once you get hits going, then, you hope that will get clicks, which is people actually clicking on ads.
     This takes even longer.
     Once you get enough clicks, and generate enough revenue, then, in theory, they will pay you.
     To get paid can take a long time.
     It can take over a year to get that first check.
     I have not gotten a check yet.
     I need more hits and clicks.
     Maybe I should research how to get more hits and clicks on blogs.
     That would be nice.
     Once you have an audience, then your content needs to be good.
     The content at that point has to be real good, because people at that point will be expecting a lot out of you, and if you let them down, they will not read you anymore.
     All the work you have done can all go to hell if you start writing blog entries that suck.
     Nobody wants that to happen.
     So, a lot is expected of the blogger.
     You have to be quite a performer.
     I could spend the same amount of time and energy to play the guitar, but I feel that I can express myself better with words than I can do with notes of music.
     I guess I could go stand out there with a guitar and go out and play songs and sing, but I suck.
     I could go out there with my painting easel, but then people judge you, and it gets mighty cold out there sometimes, and being in the sun for too long is no good.
     I could always go home, and go get my paints, and paint in the cafe like I used to, but then I end up drinking too much coffee.
     I actually like to paint in the cafe.  It is good.  It is a good place to paint.  They have a window with northern light.  It is awesome.  You can actually see things how they are supposed to look like.  It looks beautiful.
     I need somebody to pay for my daily coffee, or, I need some people to buy my work, and to sustain my art career.  That ain't no easy trick, you know.
     Some people are able to make their art and make a living doing that.  I don't know why I can't do that.  I am going to have to do something about that soon.   If I knew how to go about doing that, I would have done that a long time ago.
     At least I have all the tools I need at my disposal to make all that happen now, and that is really fucking cool.
     I love it.
     The Universe is at my fingertips, and I can't get enough.
     I am afraid that I might have to end up in some stupid, meaningless job again that will sap all of my energy on a daily basis, and slowly destroy my soul.
     That would suck, dude.

     Okay, that is enough for now.  No need to go on with this trite exercise in futility.