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What IS the point?

I recently had a conversation with someone who found out I have a blog, and who decided I needed advice on how to market and monetize it. As well-intended as their opinion was, I smiled and politely declined to 'sit down over lunch and map it all out.' In fact I had to suppress the urge to smack them, which caused me to ponder about my nearly violent reaction.

Here's what I came up with:

This is my escape from all the hype and marketing and spin, and, God forbid, 'monetizing.'

Not only does the idea of promoting Desert Magnolia beyond my close group of friends/fellow bloggers make me nauseous, I really don't think it's geared toward a general audience. I expound on shit even I don't understand using hindsight as a lens, and wouldn't subject the rest of the free world to my mental aerobics. They've done nothing to deserve that.

You, however, are here because you either like to be, or because you lost a bet and were forced to come here, or because you're bored enough to hang around and see what sifts out of my addled brain in my periodic musings. After all, most days I probably make you feel better about your sanity and/or intelligence and/or emotional stability. It's good to witness a train wreck from time to time to put things in perspective, right?

Thank you, regardless why you're here, for showing up. I appreciate you very much. And I know that there are an increasing number of you, which boggles my mind and pleases me at the same time. I love analytics, what can I say?

Anyway, to the true professionals out there who have struck a chord with a niche audience and are nurturing the relationships you build by sharing your own story and telling tales of woe or success or happiness or sadness or whatever...I respect and admire you and wish you the very best.

I, however, am not a professional at this. At most I'm a blogging rookie with a lot of opinions and a treasured venue on which to deliver them. At least I'm a poser who really should just keep an old fashioned journal and call it good.

Don't look for any product placements anytime soon on Desert Maggie, and if you ever see an ad pop up when you click on my blog, please let me know because that means someone has taken over my body and has allowed the most dreaded of all promotional tools - the pop up ad - to share real estate with the myriad random thoughts that populate the pages now.


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