Happy 2008
I drank too much on NYE... despite my best intentions not to. It's the first time I've crashed at someone's house. Damn you Veuve Clicquot!!!
I just landed a spot as a volunteer guest blogger on Queercents-- a gay finance blog. This is a pretty big move in that the blog has a high readership (as far as gay money geeks go). And it's publicity for my new blog. And it's fun to write about finance without having to commit full time to a finance blog of my own.
My venture, Broken Cupid is up and ready for traffic... So I need to get started on generating that. The problem is that there aren't really any other gay dating blogs to blogroll off of or link trade so I'm going to have to be creative. This is both good and bad. The bad part is that it's hard to publicize because it doesn't fit any categories (the gay blog aggregators don't even have a category for it)... However it's also good because there's a potential demand that's not being met.
This whole project is really making me uneasy. I have no earthly idea why; the worse-case scenario is that I write a blog no one reads. If you fail as a writer at least you can do so quietly... however, even at this early stage this project has encouraged me to go for (and get) what is essentially a freelance writing gig.
Last year I lived in a cocoon-- I loved my job, I loved living alone, I was totally happy with that life. That was a gift. But in 2008 I suddenly find myself anxiously standing around my empty apartment, unsure of what to do with my time/life. When I do decide to do something productive (like writing a story or blogging) it feels like the wrong thing-- not worth doing.
And I'm glad this is kind of upsetting me. It means that it's pushing my comfort zone and challenging me to think differently about my life.