(Writing scrap, in case it wasn’t clear.)
Now, people often come up to me and ask me what I do for a living. Random people, strangers on the streets. I usually look at them for a few seconds, acting a bit bewildered, before answering. ‘I run the blog.’
‘Oh yeah,’ They say. ‘You’re the guy with the blog! I knew you looked familiar.’ I respond by saying I get that a lot. If they seem like the kind that reads on a daily basis, I tell them a little anecdote. About that one time I got recognized in a restaurant, and how the server tipped me for being a good guest. They’ll laugh, I’ll join them. If the circumstances allow it we might continue our chitchat, possibly grab a drink at a local bar.
I’ll tell the bartender to give everyone a round, put it on my name. The people there rejoice, they picked a good time and place to be at.
The stranger, who I have found out to be an avid reader, commends me on my success. They ask me how I got so good, and how I managed to monetize it as well as I did. ‘A magician never reveals his secrets.’ I joke. ‘But I’ll tell you this.’ Off the top of my head I tell them a few short tips that improve both productivity and quality of life. I’ve picked up many of those along the way, even though I already started with a ton.
They are amazed at how simple the tips are are. ‘Why didn’t I think of that!’ they laugh. They aren’t me.
The night grows older, my fan asks me if I don’t have business to attend to. I do, but can afford to let it be tonight. I can afford a lot of things, actually. Though the diminished rarity of such easygoing nights took down with it their value, they are still quite enjoyable. Talking with these kind of people reminds me of times long past. Tougher times. Easier times. The blog has come a long way though, and I definitely have nothing to complain about.
Then I wake up and realize I’m just a guy with a blog.