If you’re new here, this blog is purposeless. Truly.
Essentially I’m writing to eventually connect with potential clients.
Or to be more clear, they know me elsewhere or meet me at some networking event, which I despise by the way, and then we connect on LinkedIn or tumblr or some other stumbling social media site and then at some point they google me or actually read my card and go to my website.
So connecting with clients isn’t the point exactly. Having content here is what matters. Then they see it and they hire me for some work.
Weirdly, it happened this week. A guy for whom I normally do translations, told me he liked my writing. Seriously, it was that out of the blue.
I thought my audience was Jarrod & one, if not both, of my twin cousins Carrie and Crissi. Is anyone else really reading regularly? Oh, Josephine in Perth. She reads a lot. Sometimes the blog.
If I know Josephine, she probably reads whatever I write. I used to write a lot about tea. Even had a tea blog.
She didn’t even like tea, but she read that blog. Weird, huh?
Sometimes I’m busy translating or teaching, and there’s no way to manage blogging, as well.
It’s just how it is.
Yet blog I must, so…
Here’s another post. On my miscellaneous blog, which just keeps going and going. Without much noticeable purpose.
Aside from the client thing I mentioned.
Not to get off track here, but somebody asked me to blog about how I got to Germany. Seems like a weird question, but I’m nothing if not amenable. Ask your questions and I’ll answer them in a timely manner.
Ask them in the comments. Not the godforsaken Feckbook comments either. Comment right here on the blog.
Like a civilised person.
Were you born in a barn. Jeez!
So, back to your question, whoever it was.
How did I get to Germany? On a plane of course. What kinda question is that?
Have always wanted to take a boat, but haven’t managed it.
So, what else?
Oh, boydog Louis. In the photo above. His sister was cleaning him in the photo.
Any of us would’ve been mortified to have our sister licking our nether regions out in public.
Not my Louis. No way.
He let it all hang out.
I sometimes idly wonder when we will all abandon fb for the 1% pushing garbage creepers that they are and go back to the old way of doing things – writing blogs and talking back to people in the comments.
I’d love that. Feckbook kann mich mal. I despise all of the corporate behemoths that prey on our misery & even our joy. Bastards.
You are correct: Josephine does read everything you write.
And other people too.