I’m Not a Newspaper
You should know that I don’t have an editor or a fact checker, and when breaking news happens I’m usually busy giving somebody a bath.
You should know that I’m not a journalist, nor do I aspire to be one. I don’t care about the “spin” or the lede, and I’m terrible at capitalizing on any tragedy by posting immediate, SEO friendly posts. It’s truly a miracle that I have the traffic that I have, since I write with no business savvy whatsoever.
I’m grateful for those of you who visit regularly like you would a paper or online magazine – especially since I write no “how-to’s”, or clue you in on any celebrity gossip. I will sometimes mention a research result, a political fact, or an update on a news item – but it will most likely be with a link to an article that will give you more information than I ever could.
The truth is, I don’t have much practical take away here.
I don’t even have a “genre” that I stick to.
I want you to expect not to know what to expect when you come here.
I am multi-faceted and expansive, just as you are.
As this blog has grown, I have thought about where I want it to go. I have been approached about how to morph my platform, define my niche, and grow it into a money maker. I am soon heading to a series of conferences, where I will be overloaded with business cards, asked about what this space is, and inevitably think about my professional goals.
Though I’m branching out personally, I don’t have any plans on changing this space.
It will stay the same spot that you visit to find no useful information.
I will remain a story teller…
and an opinionated expert on nothing.
There will be little fact.
When disaster strikes, I may or may not write about it.
When the healing starts, I probably will.
I don’t write the news.
I don’t want to.
I write humanity.
Yours and mine…
and that’s how it will stay.