BLOG: Now What?

What happened after last week’s little dramafest?

Oh, pretty much the usual for me. I woke up the next morning, got my ass out of bed super early for sunrise yoga, practiced French/Spanish/Portuguese on Duolingo, did the Wordle, walked my dogs, fed the cats, cleaned my room, did my laundry, worked on some classes, planned for the next two certification courses I want, and generally went on with my life.

It’s been like this for about a week now. Why? Because every time these people try to fuck with me, I drag their drama icon into the corner of my desktop and drop it in the trash where it belongs. Zero fucks given. Downtown is full of trash. It’s always been full of trash. That’s not my problem. Other people’s ignorant behavior is literally not my fucking problem and I’m not going to let it interfere with my life anymore. I guess we all have to grow up sometime. Someone should tell that to all the old men who gossip worse than 7th graders at lunchtime.

Yeah, so, definitely noticed a significant uptick in reads on my blog, as per usual. That’s what always happens. Always. These people love to rant about Betsey Horton, but they are out here driving up my website traffic because they secretly love this shit and can’t get enough. It is what it is. It doesn’t bother me because… duh! Traffic is traffic! Who gives a fuck what people are saying about me behind my back? All that matters is dat sweet, sweet Analytics data. Thank you again for your readership. Please see my Privacy Policy and Legal pages if you have any concerns about how your data is used. I can’t speak for Google or WordPress, but I can definitely confirm that I use the data I collect on my website to inflate my ego because I struggle with low self-esteem. Beyond that? I honestly don’t have any use for it. Again, thank you for your readership. It’s been a solid learning experience for me.

How’s the writing going? It’s not, but the classes are solid. I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve spent the entire pandemic studying multiple modes of writing, digital marketing (and marketing in general), coding, design, finance, business, psychology, language, people skills, all that jazz that I need to both level up my career game and get this new blog going. The thing I’m particularly enjoying at the moment is learning all the background stuff. I’ve met so many writers who can’t or won’t do their own marketing or build a website or self-promote (and it’s 100% okay if if you don’t want to do any of that stuff because it’s definitely not for everyone), but for me, I’ve realized it’s extremely important to me to be in control of everything. I want to do the website, the marketing, the self-publishing, all the stuff. I want to learn all the front-end developer shizz so I can finally take full control over my websites. I want to become a marketing genius so I can run my social media like a well-oiled machine and never have to worry about tweeting something stupid while drunk ever again. For me, learning this stuff has been fun. Sometimes it’s a slog, but generally it’s fun. I can see the difference between 2019 and now. I definitely have a much more significant understanding of just about everything now. I’m not just a writer anymore! Now I’m The Boss!

As for the writer’s block… well… ugh. I can tell you that I have planned all the posts. There is no more planning I could possibly do for this blog. The plan is complete. Now all it needs is to be executed. Alas! If only it was that easy! I’m obviously still stuck in this void, whatever it is, so it’s not happening, but I can see the progress every day. Plus, one could argue that marketing, coding, and finances are just as important as writing, if not more! Education and skills = empowerment. Hell yes.

Well, I would write more, but I only have 12% battery power left, it’s 4:15am, and I have to awake in two hours, sooooo…. That’s All, Folks!

Stay tuned for Paris in South Dakota, coming soon to an interweb near you. Get ready to read all about my secret travel life that no one around here realized I’ve been living this entire time because they were all too caught up in their little bar dramas. Mwa hahahaha!

As Puck from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream says, “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

Indeed, Puck. Indeed.

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