November 2015

Content Mill Writing – $700 To Hit The Wall

by Ron O. on November 18, 2015

Hitting the wall, content mill writingI’ll start by saying I’m not at all critical of the content mill writing I’ve been doing. I think I got into it knowing mostly how it worked, and was fully aware of how much, or how little, it paid. I did start off thinking it was a good way to get some experience, and it was exciting to see stuff I wrote published. I even managed to learn a few things about subjects I could care less about. Plumbing valves? Yes, I wrote about plumbing supplies, for a very nice company who needed blog posts about their products.

But at some point very recently, I have come to understand the meaning of the grind. “Thank God for my day job” is a phrase I’m not sure I ever would have expected to say or think, but I can’t imagine what a full-time content mill writer’s life is like. When I go to one of my sources for writing work, I’m either faced with a bunch of available articles on stuff I, a) Don’t want to write about, or b) Don’t know anything about and therefore can’t write an acceptable article. If I choose a job from the “don’t want to” pile, it’s usually an SEO post for a car or a blog post about killing bugs. Seriously.

What happens next is a scramble to re-write my own posts for different customers. That never feels good, but I got so used to selling a certain number of articles a week that I can’t help myself. And that’s why, after earning about $700 from four different services, I’ve slammed head-first into the creative wall.

I am not ashamed. My goal when I started freelancing part-time was to earn some extra money for a kick-ass Christmas. $700 is a good start, and I have no intention of stopping. I will break down the wall, or climb over it, and write the best-ever article about email marketing or squashing cockroaches.

Whatever it takes.

The Family You Choose

by Ron O. on November 5, 2015

Oh, family. I’m at a loss for how I want to start this post. I know¬†what I want to say – that I couldn’t be happier with the hand I’ve been dealt with regard to how I was raised and who I was raised by and with. They’re really great people and I love them dearly, even though our collective failings as human beings sometimes get in the way of really letting the people we love know that we love them so much. I’m not suggesting or projecting, I’ll cop to being insensitive and aloof sometimes, and really, when it gets boiled down, I’m not that great about communicating.

I’m trying to say that I’m not critical of my family, and certainly not of the family I married into, who are wonderful also, and lightning really struck twice for me in this regard.

I find myself waffling now, and getting off track, because somewhere deep down I don’t want to accidentally leave people out when it comes to showing love and appreciation. Blanket statement: If you’re related to me by blood or marriage, I think you’re great, and I love you very much.

Everyone in my house is sick right now, except me. Stuffy noses, congestion, fevers, it’s really kind of gross, and I hope I’m not going to be affected, because I’m low on vacation and sick days, and I’d rather not dip into the ones I set aside for the holidays.

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Steve VonMacaroni

As I was considering the possibility that all of my girls would be resting and blowing their noses all weekend, I had a sad thought that had nothing to do with them. If they’re out for the count all weekend, then that means that we probably will miss spending time with our best friends. (For their privacy, I’ll refer to them as Steve and Susan VonMacaroni, and their kids Scott and Sally.) We see the VonMacaronis (VMs) all the time – so much so, that our kids refer to us adults as their Aunts and Uncles. It’s really nice.

The VMs are always out first call for good or bad news, and are our go-to couple to hit the town with. I hope they feel the same way about us. They’re at all of our family birthday parties and band concerts, and we’re at their dance recitals and little league games.

They are not the family we were given, they’re the family we chose. I don’t know why, I just wanted to make a public proclamation about them, even though I used fake names. I hope to see you this weekend, VonMacaroni clan!

Election Day 2015

by Ron O. on November 3, 2015

It’s election day, and I write this with hope in my heart that the assholes in Brookfield, CT get knocked back a few pegs today. Honestly, these are some really bad dudes who just want to screw up our little town to qualify for more state funding. I stopped regularly updating my Brookfield Patch blog (now just called Brookfield Blog for other¬†reasons) in May of 2015, because of some super-deuschy things that happened to me and my family.

I get that the people I criticized were happy to have me gone, and bashing me was expected. I wrote some crude and truthful things about them. They don’t get, or don’t realize, that I never outwardly attacked anyone – my posts were always a response to things that were said or reported publicly. If I was writing about you, it was because you said something in a town meeting or were quoted in the newspaper, and I only wrote about people who were in elected office.

Also, my “targets” don’t seem to understand satire. That’s on them.

What’s really bothering me is that my writing is still being used as talking points for being the problem with my town. I’m not running for office, I stopped writing for four months, and I removed all old posts that had anything to do with people in office who are not running this time around, yet you (you know who you are) continue to be a dick.

The last time I got fed up, I ended up posting a photo-shopped image that was not well received by you. I won’t do that again, but I’ve got a breaking point. Please stop.

So, this election day, I’m not posting on my old local politics blog. Serenity now and all that.