
This blog began during a dark period for me. I was suffering from a temporary, seven month loss of nearly all my hearing. Doing my normal routine was impossible. The blog became the only outlet I had but frankly it has been fun. Thankfully my hearing returned and my blog stayed.
I was a late comer to this somewhat new way of sharing news and opinion. It’s nothing less than a technology miracle that with modest costs I can mix words with pictures, audio and video.
I believe content is King and I want so much to find time to bring my visitors much more. I want to be able to give you more of what you want from me. I have to guess just what that may be. I also am without funding from this site to gather more content. Creativity for me is a must or I’d have few readers at all. I’ve seen many a decent blog with tiny readership and meaningless crap blogs with amazing readership.
Blog promotion seems to be an art I’ve not yet mastered. I’d love nothing more than to just be generating exactly what my visitors want and make a living at the same time. Only a small percentage of bloggers have made the big time.
TV news and newspapers are dying a slow death of a thousand cuts. The viewers and readers are vanishing. Gone from the usual media customers are the audience of the 18 through 35 demographics. Their former viewers and readers are here in cyberspace.
If I had my way, I’d be reporting to you wherever news happens. I’d go to Iraq, Afghanistan or anyplace where news is unfolding and history is being made. I want to show you those things that seem to get too much filtering by mainstream or old media.
I want to bring you more original video so my visitors can see just what I see. I want to be able to bring you more behind the scenes information from major crimes, government’s missteps and those ordinary people in extraordinary events.
I want to expose more heroes and villains but am limited too often by geography and funding.
As for the question I posed in the headline of this story, I don’t have a clue what the future holds. I’m flying by the seat of my pants.