semi professional blogger

I appreciate the blog title is a bit of a misnomer given that there's nothing even remotely professional about my writing, I am as amateur as they come. However upon reviewing my future career options I have decided that it would be most convenient if I could somehow make money from blogging. Not just because I am lazy and would like the idea of being paid for something I am already doing like being Laura or being sarcastic ( which practically the same thing) even though that does hold it's appeal. I'm just not sure there's really a market for sarcastic whiny blogs or at least not one where it could generate money.

 I was recently treated to another parental pep talk on my last visit home, these are becoming rather more frequent but I shouldn't be surprised given my propensity to arrive at my parents house in dismal humour lamenting the fact that my life has so little direction that I might as well be a wind vane. Naturally I don't use expressions like that when I'm home giving out about it. It's funny how an announcement that I am going to head into town seems to be a natural opening for my mum to ask me what I am doing long term yet my dad just looks for opportunities to tell me about how beneficial it would be to meditate. He's very enthusiastic on the topic and even though I have actually committed to a trial run with meditation app 'headspace', I am somewhat certain that I will still be in the same position I am now only less anxious about my circumstances. 

 So it was during one of these post pep talk head scratching moments where I started to ponder what I might actually like to do with myself now that I have abandoned primary teaching as an option. I know I never came out and said it in my blog but the learning Irish didn't really work out. I tried it for about six weeks and found myself feeling that I knew less by the end of the teach yourself book and I am certain that's not how it's supposed to go but I can tell you for nothing that I am not going to be capable of redoing my leaving certificate in Irish any time soon. So it is back to the drawing board and a whole lot of wishing this was something the book of answers could deal with for me. 

 Naturally doing something creative would be great. I like being creative sure haven't I been writing poetry since I was 16 (woefully bad poetry but still) and I love the thought of writing for a living but I don't think I really have that elusive book in me unless its deeply hidden. I do however greatly enjoy writing this blog and I have been lead to believe that at least a handful of people enjoy reading it. I don't know how you go about making money from this sort of thing. I don't know how to blog about anything other than my own limited world and I am sure this means I am unlikely to rolling around in bank notes any time soon. Oh well It's good to have something to dream about while I'm busy making better plans

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