Going Pro

I don't have one of those easy engaging personalities some people are cursed with from birth. I am what some people would enviously call a snob.

Har-har.

Starting out a weblog, I understood the very essence of it and in my own personal attempts at it, resolutely stuck to it in order to maintain its integrity and would not, would never, succumb to corrupting it to satisfy my baser and more superficial material needs. Until now.

Since its conception, I have always scorned the professional blog. What the f*** is that? It's like professional sharing of your personal person. Wouldn't that be tantamount to whoring? Accepting, sometimes even soliciting, payment in exchange for self? I cannot conceive of a more appropriate word.

Of course, the outcome isn't quite as graphic nor sexually inclined as my former description might imply. The outcome can be as dry as a paid article on the latest innovations on electronic gadgetry or a discourse on the newest leisure establishment in town. But who cares about the outcome when the means toward such ends is the same?

Well, now I guess all that doesn't matter because now here I am jumping on the bandwagon. And,oh, how I hate riding bandwagons. But what makes me change my mind now, you ask? Desperate times. And maybe even a little bit of my pride served on a spoon.

And so I ask myself, why not? People have always told me I'm a decent writer and could benefit from it if I wanted to. But see, those who know me most know that I can't. Not if it's for the money alone. Great writers never penned for the money. The money was a fortunate side effect. So do I now pen (or type in this case) for money? Am I a writer or just another technology whore?

A little of both, I guess. Yes, an important object is profit but I wrench myself inside out trying to preserve the integrity of my writing. It is still supremely important to me to focus on the technique and to bring out beautiful ideas -- no matter if the ideas are on sale. And if there is a bite, to some degree I have some consolation that they who did recognized the effort in putting up the bait. Or at the very least, are biting into refined taste.

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