The last few experiments I’ve done have become oo stressful that I’ve had to stop them almost as soon as I started. My focus is on starting my own projects so I only have to work for myself and companies that I enjoy, instead of dealing with editors that stress me out. I am going to go back to website building. Instead of trying to sell a product this time, I’m going to use it as a place to put my written content and then monetize it with adsense. This is the old school approach which has never really worked for me in the past. However, I have bigger hopes for it this time simply because:

• I will be writing in a niche.
• I will be targeting medium payout keywords with low competition.
• I will use SEO.
• I will be marketing my site with articles placed on other sites.
• My articles will be at least 400 words each.

Hopefully all of these things will combine to be as successful if not more successful than my blogs. On my blogs I write things that are funny, and loosely base them on a niche. I like the format of a website because the content will evergreen and it will require less upkeep. This is the first time I will be putting all of my web writing experience together to work for me instead of someone else. In a way I’m already discouraged because I blog all the time and I still have to work for other companies. I’m hesitant to even start an experiment that I don’t fully believe in but I have to chase after that possibility. I wish that there were virtualization services that would make what I envision become my reality. This will be different and hopefully it will pay off.

I’ll admit that work is probably the thing I think about most. I dread it. I think this has to do with the stress that eventually makes me sick. Whenever I get a negative comment from an editor my brain automatically sends me to what it would be like to be homeless. It makes me feel like a complete failure which isn’t good because I get several such comments a week. It’s part of writing for a living. It’s usually helpful to take some time off, go buy pet supplies or go for a walk. Then I come back and start writing and think “What was the big deal? I’m awesome at this. It’s easy.” The mental struggle is worse than the actual job.

Sometimes I watch babies laugh and squeal so much that they start to cry. Granted, I’d rather be happy over sad any day but my body is in so much pain that just laughing is going to make me burst into tears.