Found something interesting today, my old diary back when I was still in third grade. Apart from misspelled words, misuse of words (I bet I had a thesaurus at my side while writing it, I was like that, wanting so hard to write like my Mom) and grammatical errors, it was filled with a little child’s attempt to document mundane happenings of her everyday life. It was a joy reading through my entries; it reintroduced me to my little self. Oh how I used to be so mischievous! There were entries retelling the pranks I did with boy buddies. Yes, despite my short and lanky body, I was still able to exude an aura of superiority whether it was among girls or boys. I was a tomboy. And I still am, albeit the makeup and pretty dresses I wear in place of oversized shirts and rugged shorts I used to sport, coz I thought I look cool in them (which by the way the frustrated my kikay Mom so much).
There was a poem I wrote about nature, about the views I see on the roof (oh yeah, I climb on top of our roof or climb on our santol tree for pleasure; it used to give my Tita go crazy with worry) and about my Mom.
My love affair with writing and reading started when my Mom lent me her book, Greek Mythology by Edith Hamilton. I was merely nine years old then. With a dictionary at my side, I tried to comprehend the words I first encounter there. In spite of it all, it spoke a language my heart could easily relate to. I was happy when I was reading. That’s all I know. Up to now, I still have it. Its pages are yellowed and tattered at the sides and its front and back covers are there no more, yet I keep it still for sentimental reasons.
When the hype for blogging began, I was drawn to it. So I started to own one. I wrote whenever I had the liberty of time. I wrote for personal consumption; letters for my future self who, like finding my old diary now, would love to explore the thoughts I once had. But telling it to friends was a different story. I had no confidence in my writing. Being in the accountancy program required me to face numbers and less of words, two years in it have made me felt that I already lost and lacked any competence in my style of writing. My little self way back had more creativity. My best friends put me back on track as they reassured me I write better than many who valiantly give links of their blogs. And yes, I believed them, not right away though.
As I started drawing readers to my blog, my cousin prompted me about earning through my hobby. He introduced me to paid articles, odesk, putting ads to my blog and other paying sites. So I thought, why not? My first earning was $20 right away! Since that fateful day, I have been writing articles for money once in a while and I have started working for odesk as well. But the thing is, these paid articles will attract advertisers when you meet certain page ranks. Page ranks go up as the traffic to your blog increases. I am still receiving offers for articles to write but for less money. As again, my traffic isn’t going too well these days (what with all the acads. They come first by the way.). A friend online told me to get a decent site through business web hosting as owning one will increase page traffic. But it comes with a price. What's not these days anyway, right? However, I still need to think about it and evaluate what I really want with my blog. Should I just make a new one and make this site my default personal blog or should I just opt to keep it as it is. Besides, this is more for personal consumption anyway. I'll just work for odesk.
But for you who's interested of working online full time and you own a blog. I guess you consider business web hosting.