I’ll be playing catch up this weel with quite a few posts. I’m working on some really cool projects that are sponsored by some major brands. It’s good for me and hopefully good for you. But I always wonder and worry if “my readers” (I say that like I own you), will get bored or annoyed with my “commercialism.”
The truth is, I don’t know why people come back to read. I suppose they like something they see. I just hope I can continue to deliver that.
Seriously. My head is so full I feel like I’m teetering on an edge somewhere. No, I’m not teetering on the brink of sanity. I’m on the edge where I’m just keeping my stuff together but if I misstep, it will all come crumbling down.
Yeah, I know. It sounds like I have some high-powered empire that I am ruling from a glass throne. The truth is, that lately, I have been given so many opportunities. I’m so excited. Good opportunities. Paying opportunities and yet I move forward with a bit of fear and apprehension.
When there’s no money involved, there’s no risk and really not much accountability. But when someone pays me (even if they don’t – I just have to give my word), then I feel stress of meeting my deadlines and exceeding expectations. And the worst part is, I don’t even know which part of my blogging life should be bearing all the weight of my stress.
I look at myself as havign 3 blogging arms:
1. The writer. I love the writing. I would love to write a book. I hope to write a book. And I even have some freelance jobs in the works.
2. The consultant. Yeah, I’ve got this gig over at Social Dialect. It’s my own site. I write about social media, blogging, and brands. It’s cool. You can hire me too.
3. The personality. I know I’m making myself sound like a TV personality. But I love my world of Facebook, Twitter, and this here blog. I love that brands take notice and ask me to represent them in some way. I just worry about a possible tradeoff between my readers and my writing.
With all of that said, I’m over my time limit. But I do have some cool stuff in the works and if this ever becomes a place that makes you not want to return again, please tell me right before you never return again.