New Year’s greeting and all that crap. I wish I could tell you of my good fortunes making fat stacks of cash via my numerous online ventures but, alas, I cannot. I have few websites left that do very little. I have no motivation to resurrect those piles of web sewage excrement. I spew forth great boasts of creating Kindle verbage for the consumption of literary minds yet have little interest and fewer ideas.
I am currently involved in a project that may have potential but I will probably sell that venture as soon as I can get it out of the stable. I find the Internet to be a mind numbingly grotesque location. I am at the point where if I need to understand something I would prefer the 15 minute drive to the library and skim through the card catalog to discover the information.
Pinterest, Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram…all useless reflections of a user’s narcissism. Much like a blog I suppose. This wholly putrid collection of words that serves little purpose but to dump thoughts and comments from otherwise little used right sphere brain matter.
Indeed, I have grown weary of marketing to the Interwebs. I am actually quite adept at this enterprise yet find no real value in wasting time in trying to sell the herd goods, services or information. I would prefer anything to writing content for a cat sweater site. Or servicing another sales request in an ecomm venture. Or, blah, blah, blah. Alas, it is simply not fun anymore.
I abhor the remaining guberus that further sell their witch hazel brew of rehashed splendor. They offer nothing but encouragement to buy their next offer. I have yet to meet anyone that has truly succeeded from SquidooAzon Formula Pin Rocket Tumble. Those that are stacking are the ones that have conquered the mountain of creativity and service. Not absorbing the hash of trash. Yet these hucksters are still finding an audience to thrill.
I apologize if the few reading this finds sour graping in the words. If you are moving forth in your ventures and are rightly excited by the opportunities you see before you then I wish you nothing but God speed. I hope your travels through the web sewage are prosperous and eventful.
I am simply tired of stumbling forth among the carcasses of useless ideas, Google zombies and fickle consumers. Alas, the one thing that I have mostly enjoyed is organizing words onto this collection system for my catharsis and enjoyment. Yet I would be surprised if it made more than $500 since I set sail into the sewers. Lost Ball could have been a money machine, I suppose, if I was more like “them”. Or could figure out what it was I was trying to accomplish.
Perhaps the journey is the reward. Not everyone will make it to the top of 5 figure hill. I never did and never expect to. I enjoyed the view as I traveled. The lights of success; the dark chasms of failure. The people along the way were interesting. Some wonderful characters while others sublime morons.
Am I still a lost ball in the weeds? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Sometimes I think the way out is simply seeing the freedom of life as anything but an Internet marketer. The stress of finding that next niche. Of finding customers. Wrestling with Google. Is the reward worth the hassle? Maybe. Maybe not.
I’m fairly happy not spending a lot of time down in the web sewers anymore. Frankly I have no idea what you will find if you choose to visit Lost Ball in the future. I may resort back to free-form writing about whatever. Nobody reads this anyway so I might as well do what I want.
Good day to you all.