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I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time; I shouldn't've left you, without a strong rhyme to step to, think of how many big shows you slept through - time's up, sorry I kept you. Thinkin' of this, you keep repeatin' the mix, the rhymes of the microphone solo wiz, so you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon... as you hear it... pump up the volume...

Sooooo you know how I keep saying "broadcast your failures" all the time? Heh. Hehehehehehe. Man, was this a big one.

About a year and a half ago I started blogging and couldn't really get anyone to pay any fucking attention so I stopped. It's a matter of being ruthless - you look at what you put into a thing, and what you get out of it, and decide whether it's worth doing.

And I was putting a post a day into the blog, but getting nothing out of it. Nobody reading. Nobody sharing. Nothing.

I'd say "nobody commenting," but comments on the blog are disabled, because I want to push that conversation onto social media - essentially I want that discussion to happen somewhere that it will generate new interest instead of being a strictly-fans area.

So I have a plugin setup to automatically share my posts to the Badass Manifesto fan page on Facebook, and to my personal timeline, and that's all set up on Facebook with an app ID and everything...

And I left the app on development mode.

For a year and a half.

Long enough to blog every day for six months, then walk away from the whole thing because nobody gave a shit. I had no real likes on the fan page and no likes on the posts and clearly I was doing something wrong.

Like, you know, never actually sharing the posts with anyone.

Seriously you can't make this shit up
Seriously you can't make this shit up

Now, no matter what happens, generating content always has value. The fact that I wrote a couple hundred blog entries, in and of itself, is work that I can exploit in the future. This is why beetle brain stuff works: even if you don't get what you wanted out of the effort, you still got the results of that effort.

If you develop five hundred PLR blogs on Tumblr or Blogger, even if you never make a dime, even if every single one of them gets deleted for spam, even if your AdSense account gets shut down forever... guess what?

You're really fucking good at putting up PLR blogs.

And even if you throw up your hands and say "I will never do that shit again," the world is full of people going "you know what I could do, I could set up five hundred PLR blogs, but I don't know how." And if you could only find those people, you could say "I'll put up PLR blogs for you at $5 a pop" or hey wait a minute you could just go to Fiverr and put up a gig and let them find you.

The action itself has value. And beetle brain shit is important. Case in point, I just got a Wacom drawing tablet. It's frustrating as hell because I have to train myself how to use it, which is harder than it looks, so I went out and got one of those mouse-driven management games on Steam.

You know, like SimCity, but fun.
You know, like SimCity, but fun.

I only play this game with the tablet. No mouse. It's really fucking annoying, because I'm clumsy and imprecise with it. But from one session to the next - I do about an hour and a half at a time - I see some dramatic improvements in how well I can navigate the game.

I just have to put in the time. It shouldn't take more than, say, twenty to thirty hours before I'm comfortable enough working with the tablet that I can transparently use it as a mouse replacement in most applications.

Herein lies the lesson.

Sometimes the work in and of itself matters. Regardless of whether anyone buys it or looks at it or even seems interested.

I mean, right now, you're seeing this post crop up on Facebook either on my timeline or on the fan page... and holy shit is there an arseload of content here that you may not even have known existed.

Imagine if I'd shrugged and sighed and deleted the whole thing last year. People do that kind of shit all the time. You may have done that kind of shit yourself.

Cut it the fuck out.

What you have done is yours. Keep it. Save it. Get what you can out of it. Sometimes what you did wrong isn't a big thing or a dealbreaker, it's something you can fix easily later on down the road. So leave it be until you figure out what's wrong, and then fix it.

I don't know how much blogging I'm going to be doing here going forward, but I'll be doing some. In the next few days I'm going to be rolling out some new stuff, and I've not really considered how the blog fits into that yet because I'd essentially given up on it.

But hey, things are back up and kicking again, so I need to revisit this project and see what legs are left in it.