Someone once asked me what I wanted to be known for and I said when people see me I want them to say, “He Is The Godfather Of Dad Blogging.”
Almost half of that sentence is false, I never said anything about what I wanted to be known for. I just said I want people to sayÂ Â “He Is The Godfather Of Dad Blogging.”
Confession: I never said any of those things, at least I don’t think I have. Truth is I have ten thousand posts and sometimes I wonder if I just think I didn’t say it. Maybe I did or maybe I blogged about it.
So just in case I did I am covering myself by saying maybe I did. Either way I figure if I keep saying it there is a chance that my blog will rank forÂ Â “He Is The Godfather Of Dad Blogging.”
Not sure that is good for anything or that it has any significance but who knows.
Pyramids and Sphinx
I was playing around with what to blog about and thought about running a post about whether your blog needs a logo again. It is a few years old now but the information in it is still solid.
Decided against running it because tomorrow is Friday and I think it will generate more traffic on a different day. However I decided to include a clip from it here anyway because it is useful.
Social media is about people. Some of you will love me. Some of you will hate me. Some of you will be ambivalent. But if I show up on a regular basis and engage in normal conversation with you good things will come from that. And if I do that for an extended period of time more good things will come from that.
Remember the pyramids werenâ€™t built in a day but many were built by my people which reminds me that I am going to submit an invoice to Egypt. Those hieroglyphic painting, slave owning, pyramid building yahoos owe me a chunk of change plus interest.
Wonder if theyâ€™ll give me ownership of the Sphinx.
Social media has aggravated me or should I say the behavior of people using social media has been aggravating me again. For the past few years or so there has been this consistent buzz about how to use social media to make a buck and something about it just chaps my hide.
I shouldn’t be irritated or bothered by people who want to use their blogs to try and earn a few bucks but I am. I think some of it is because I see so many people selling snake oil.
They will not come if you write it. This isn’t the Field of Dreams and you aren’t going to run into the blogger version of Shoeless Joe out here, at least most of us won’t,
Some will. Â Some of us will catch lightning in a bottle and we’ll get book deals, sponsorships and other crap that counts as real money.
Maybe I am just jealous.
Maybe I wish some wealthy patron of the arts would sponsor me to write. Wouldn’t that be the answer to a dream some man/woman/organization would give me a million dollars a year to do what I love to do on a grander scale.
Live Your Dreams
Flip through the pages and you’ll see my wish/advice to my children is to live their dreams and not dream their lives away.
I got lost partway into my life and wandered into professions outside of writing. I did well with them but they never were as fun or fulfilling as writing.
This sort of stream of consciousness is what I love to do and if I had the wherewithal I would do it on a larger, grander scale. There would be more time devoted to learning other pieces of the craft.
More work done on the multimedia side learning how to use other tools to tell a story. It would enable me to add layers to the grand tapestries I wish to weave.
Ask me what I want to do and I’ll speak with you about dedicated writing spaces that are different from what I have now. Mountain and beach hideaways would be nice as would a place with stuffed chairs, shelves packed with books and a pocket doors that close off my study.
Perhaps a castle with secret passageways and suits of armor too.
A true Godfather of Dadblogging would have a better plan for making those things happen than I.
Mine is based Â upon winning the lottery, inheriting lots of money or working hard.
Working hard is the solution that I have the most control over but it doesn’t necessarily translate into earning the cash that I want or require.
The Game Isn’t Over Yet
I haven’t given up because the game isn’t over yet. When people ask how did you become who you are they may one day address me as Don Steiner,Â Godfather Of Dad Blogging.
They may ask me for a favor and I willÂ nod my head in agreement. I’ll stand up and place one arm around their shoulder and offer friendship and them that one day I may call upon them for a favor. It might not ever happen, but should that day come I rest confident that they will do what I ask without questions.
Who knows, stranger things have happened.