So… May 31st, 2019.
I’ve decided to start this new blog. I’ve written a number of blogs before, most notably a reasonably successful blog focused on the Society for Creative Anachronism, but that’s the very definition of a niche market… and since I’m not playing in the SCA anymore, that blog’s pretty much gone defunct. I want to do a lot more writing on political and social topics outside of the historical reenactment community, so a new blog makes sense.
Yeah, I know: The last thing the world needs is another white guy
bitching about politics. But let’s face it: I’d be doing on
Facebook anyway, so I might as well be a little more organized about
it and blogging’s what I know.
This first post’s going to be pretty dull. I’m still
configuring the blog, of course, so this post is largely filler just
to get in there. The other thing I’m trying to do – after the
success of my last blog – is to monetize my writing. That means
owning my own domain rather than publishing on a .wordpress.com
address like my last couple of efforts, and it means sorting out how
to get ads plugged in, etc. That is proving to be a lot more
frustrating than I’d hoped; I’m no slouch at the computer stuff
but getting registered and set up, et cetera, has proven to be
somewhat more opaque than you’d think. I’ll get it sorted out
eventually, but in the short term I’m about ready to beat my head
against the keyboard.
I know people are going to be annoyed by the presence of ads on
this blog, but look: I’ve always been a writer; now it’s time to
try and make some money off of my skills. I tried the journalism
thing when I was younger – to the point of getting a college
diploma in journalism – and I have to be honest, it’s a wretched
way to make a living. As the great Hunter S. Thompson once wrote
“I’ve always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I
suspect it’s a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old
whores don’t do much giggling.” I hated being a reporter,
especially a small-town reporter because there was no creative aspect
to it at all… and covering municipal politics is no fun. In fact,
my personal vision of Hell is being stuck in an eternal municipal
council meeting knowing that I’m going to have to produce five
column inches of copy as soon as the questions from the public are
answered.
I enjoy writing. It helps me get my thoughts straightened
out. I’ve always been a writer and I’m always going to be one.
On my last blog I was doing the work – and writing can be very
hard emotional work — and getting tens of thousands of hits at my
old blog… but not seeing a cent of revenue. Death threats and
harassment, yes, (some reenactors take their hobby way
too seriously) and a certain amount of notoriety within the
reenactment community, but I’d like to have something a little more
concrete in the way of reward. So… monetization.
The other goal I’m setting myself for this blog is to get into a regular schedule of writing and publishing. On the old blog, every few months it seems like I’d start a post with “I know it’s been a while” and then write thousands of words on whatever tickled my fancy. I’m going to try and stick with publishing a few hundred words three times a week rather than ten or twenty thousand every couple of months. One of the very few advantages of living in the Trump era is that there’s never any shortage of something that will get me worked up enough to put forward my opinion.
Also, just a quick note of the
name of the new blog: The
Hungover Pundit.
I am
absolutely writing this hungover. I got caught up in
a Philosophy
Tube marathon last night and had one too many Old
Fashioneds. I’ve been wrestling with HTML codes and plugin
software while drinking coffee and hoping the ibuprofen will kick in
sometime soon; this is pretty much my default state in the year 2019.