I started blogging to write. I keep blogging to keep writing. I enjoy doing it. I added advertisements about a year ago. I reasoned that I might as well get paid a little bit for something fun.
Well, Bubba isn't going to be retiring on my blog money anytime soon. In fact, I haven't even earned enough to actually receive the money yet. The program I used has a minimum amount that you have to earn before they cut you the physical check. Let's just say that I have a long, long way to go.
Blogging is wonderful writing practice. Since I blog about my life, I can't say that my heart isn't in it. However, blogging still scares me too. I have occasional panicky slips of wondering who is looking into this pin size peephole of my life.
I've frequently admitted my fantasies of blooming into The Pioneer Woman or Julie Powell from the seed of my blog. I'm not sure that in the long run I want to be known for writing about me. I'm my easiest subject. In the long run, I think I'd rather make people up and control little worlds of conflict.
Hopefully, one day, you'll see my name on the cover of a book in the fiction section that I actually got paid for writing. Until then, you can find me here, free writing.