When I asked for donations, that flopped. So I switched to memberships (paywall), and that flopped. I’ve now moved to a social payment system (like me on Facebook, etc.) with the belief that will drive traffic and my advertising revenue.
In a small way, I am a microcosm of what’s happening in the newspaper business. Folks want this shit for free … and don’t realize what it takes to produce.
For instance… The code behind MAOS is all custom. And there is A LOT of it. I shutter to think of all the un-billable hours I’ve put into its development. My civilian blog experience rivals anything (look/feel, content, research) in South Florida.
[cleeng_content id="586144504" description="To read more about MAOS, sign up today!" price="0.49"]And this Ton O’ Code runs on a very snappy server in the cloud.
A snappy server in the cloud that costs a couple hundred of dollars per month. No big deal right? What’s $4K a year?
Except that you’ve not chipped in a single f***ing penny.
And that’s just one tiny fraction of my investment.
Don’t take me wrong. This isn’t a pity party. Just merely stating the facts.
If Allen, Davis, or someone sues me, how many people are going to lift a finger to help? Very little, to none. I’d go with none.
I’ve invested oodles of sweat equity over the last six years into MAOS, and have learned from trial and error, mostly error, what it takes for me to stay in the game. And well, the answer here is “my schtick.”
I will also admit my way of doing business is, at times, highly counterproductive to the “end game.” I am, often enough, my own worst enemy. I bitch and moan that folks sometimes don’t take me seriously, then I remind myself I call people “twats.”
I really enjoying calling people twats.
Yin, meet yang.
Oddly enough, all of this MAOS crap is a self-project of mine where I am learning to research, write, and experiment. I’m focused mostly on the writing part (which, at times, is painfully obvious as to its work-in-progress status).
I am experimenting with activism, making a difference, f***ing with the political elite, and setting new gold metal standards for being a complete and utter douche bag.
But, back to my 6 year ordeal.
One thing I learned about myself, is when the muse takes over, I get out of the way. I try to get my English correct as best as I can, try not to libel someone, keep out blatant lies… Other than that, the writing is mostly on autopilot.
A “thoughtless autopilot” … who really doesn’t think about crap like the right impression, credibility, or perception.
I should.. I agree… But, for the most part, I just can’t…
So the lines of reality and insanity are blurred.
Ain’t that f***ed up?[/cleeng_content]