According to Google statistics,
This blog, with no advertising, is becoming increasingly popular.
Currently it is currently averaging 2-3K views a day. It’s probably not 2-3K individuals but it’s also probably more than 1 person. Meaningless numbers on a page I don to entirely trust to accurately represent reality. It is what it is.
Regardless of the actual number of individuals, we are collectively in a situation to run an experiment.
People have encouraged me to stop blogging and start doing a pay-to-view equivalent to the blog, using Patreon. The Google statistics for this blog do suggest it’s actually getting a lot more people than most Patreon accounts get.
The psychology-sociology experiment is to discover whether people would pay for what they previously had for free.
My theory is the answer will be; no.
People will simply find other free forms of entertainment.
Some people do pay to access Patreon accounts. I would find the deadlines of having to create monetisable content on tap to be a pressure which I certainly do not need. It would cause me to quit doing the Patreon. Commercialising the brand through that method is not what this blog is all about. It never has been.
It was simply an experiment to see what would happen and to offload the adhd aspect of my autism in a safe and constructive way. It was a method of practicing my writing skills. It is a record of things I otherwise would have forgotten. It is an attempt at sharing with others so I can partake in the wider internet community of my generation. From that, it has opened up possibilities for it to become other things.
As soon as I monetise it, nobody will care about it anymore anyway. It would trigger the formative conditioning against ‘selling out’ by which deadbeats drag down and degrade those who have aspirations above the underground.
Living in the land of the blind, they are blind because the blind poke the eyes out of those who can see. That’s how it works down here. I don’t like it. They’ll do it anyway.
From here I can see the shoreline.
From here I can see the mountain.
From here I can see the forest.
From the top of the mountain, I can see the horizon, where there are ships sailing on the promise of a better island on the other side of mystery. Having been around a few of those I can tell you from experience; the novelty wears off, they're all the same.
Those lucky sailors are the ones who despite all odds, have managed to do it their own way. By doing it their own way, they’ve come to the conclusions that they really is only one way to escape this hideous predicament.
It’s risky but then, sticking around and doing nothing is risky. The end result is the same; you die and people forget about you.
Meanwhile, there are clues within the confusion and seemingly infinite distractions of the culture of the fertile imagination, in which so many people resort to fantasy, as a method of temporarily escaping and coping with abject existentialism.
There’s a certain configuration by which those scant few clues align to offer hope and insight into what can be done about the misery which self-righteous bastards inflict upon everybody else.
At the opening, that configuration is different for every individual who becomes aware of it, because every individual is unique and has their own unique perspective, delusions and compromises. Only once having aligned with that configuration, do all the individuals recognise it for what it is; a key, the shape of the lock, one or the other or both.
The other side of it is, of course, beyond the scope of this blog post to make any attempt to begin describing, or explaining.
The blog has in the past been accused by jealous idiots of being an attempt to start a cult, which it has never been and should never in the future become.
The same blogger has previously done experiments with releasing commercial products, words with accompanying music, words without accompanying music. The albums sell with no advertising at the rate of a trickle. The books do not do much. The money for paid advertising is more than the products make. It's not a viable strategy. Word of mouth is a sane strategy.
That proves the point regarding any Patreon experiment. Some people create successful Patreons usually because they make YouTube channels to advertise it. I’m too busy doing my own creative stuff and I’m too poverty-line to have the hours, I’m too autistic to have the focus and concentration to soak up much of someone else’s output on the same regular production line basis as is expected of a Patreon. I usually quit following them because another bill had come in and I don’t get paid enough to have money to give to other creators. This is why I am in love with professional used generative AI as a creative tool (a ‘paintbrush’) for concept development vs hiring barely affordable distracted artists who do a half-ass job. I made blog post about that; Artist Hire vs AI.
Somehow I likely feel it would be morally wrong to expect somebody else to do something for me which I would not or cannot do for them. It has been a major block in my social interactions with other people. Righty or wrongly, it generally gets prescribed to Autism.
Speaking directly to whoever can listen, in my own words, seems to get me further than any other method I know. It is why this writing style is so good for blogging. It has raw authenticity. A lot of people detest raw authenticity. Says everything about them and none about the realness. I know which I vibe with.
Aside from being an offload of thoughts,
what does this particular blog actually have to say for itself?
Oh gods, no.
Not the despicable necessary justification and intellectualisation of the work.
It’s a practicality issue and a morality issue. Which of these issues takes precedent and which is a mask for the other? The story I have told with this blog is one of ability and of accountability. It marks the difference between how people behave when they are in a position to be able to do something about it compared with when they are not in a position to do something about it. How the individuals justifies their position through any expression of morality or of practicality.
"I would if I could, but…"
"...I don’t have the resources."
Ah, but we can dream of how things could be, who we could become, if I did have the resources. Consequences of change.
If I had shit worth selling I would be rich. Evidently, I have shit worth selling. I have no incentive to sell it because the only people who make it worth anything at all are not people who would exchange access to it for money. They’re most probably people like me; skint and distracting ourselves from doing the stuff actually worth money.
Is money the greatest resource worth chasing?
That’s what this blog post asks, at its heart. What else is in here which causes 2-3K views a day? What is the essence of that? Raw, pure, unadulterated attitude? Another mans madness?
It’s not what is being said. Most of that is bullshit.
It is that it is being said. This is the key. This is the thing at all.
It exists now, and now we have to deal with it.
 |
| 1067 by 10am |
No comments:
Post a Comment