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I Only Do It for Money Anymore July 11, 2009


Hey, baby, what'll it be?

When I first started this blog, I was obsessed by the number of hits I got. I’d check the stats several times a day, and actually battled my brother—who started his blog, jonwbecker.wordpress.com, at about the same time—to see who would rule the Internet. (On about his fifth post, he got more than 1,000 hits, while I’ve just now reached 1,243 hits total, so he obviously KO’ed me in the first round.)

These days, I don’t bother to check how many hits I’ve gotten. In fact, it’s been exactly 66 days since I even added a new post.

What happened? I get paid to write now, that’s what happened. You see, when I got laid off from my editor job back in February, I started freelancing full-time, which means that people actually pay me to write for various magazines, websites, etc. So the simple truth of the matter is that I’m not really motivated anymore to sit down at my computer and write something unless there’s the promise of a paycheck in it for me.

Does this make me a writing whore? I guess so. But I prefer to think of it as the cobbler’s wife who went without shoes. That I’ve used all my energy and creativity in writing the stuff I’m hired to do, that I don’t have much else left when it comes to writing for the sheer joy of it.

But writing for pleasure does help keep one’s professional writing fresh and inspired, so paycheck or not, I’m going to try and add a new entry here every now and again. So stay tuned. In the meantime, if you’d like to check out the stuff I get paid to do, log on to my website (www.mediabistro.com/jillbecker) for copies of recent stories or check out my Examiner.com column (www.examiner.com/x-7514-Atlanta-Hotels-Examiner). You can also follow me on Twitter at www.twitter.com/jillbecker.

Maybe you even have something you want to pay me to write. If so, just leave a comment for me here with your contact info and I’ll be in touch.


It’s On Like Donkey Kong January 21, 2009

Wow. My brother got more than 400 hits on his blog the other day. (I’ve had a paltry 120 hits in total, much less in one day!) Sadly, this brings out the competitive streak in me. Now I want 400 hits in one day.

But I have no idea how to go about it. I’m sure I could do all the normal social networking stuff I read so much about, and get on Twitter and delicious and all those other sites, but geez, just having a blog is time-consuming enough.

Still, I’ve got to figure out a way I can beat my brother. Not in a mean-spirited way, just in a healthy brother and sister rivalry kind of way that, truth be told, isn’t all that uncommon in our family. (You should see our ping-pong matches. And don’t even ask about the Monopoly incident of ’91!)

Blatant man candy pic. Meow!

Superfluous man candy pic. Meow!

Maybe I should write about something sensational that will get people’s attention, like saying that I, not that Ashley Dupre chick, was the call girl who brought down Eliot Spitzer’s career. Or maybe I should blog about something controversial, like that the egg definitely came before the chicken. Or maybe I should inject a lot of celebrity names like Brad Pitt and Paris Hilton that no doubt get Googled thousands of times a day.

Or maybe the whopping five to seven of you a day who happen to stumble upon my blog can help me out. Maybe you can help me take my brother down by passing my blog’s link along to your friends and family and having them pass it along to their friends and family and so on. Oh, I’m sure I won’t come anywhere near 400 hits a day, but I at least want to give him a good fight. I want to be able to call him up and say, “Put on your gloves, bro, because we’re going 10 rounds.” We’ll call it the Becker Battle of the Blogs.

Boxing announcer Michael Buffer will start the fight with his infamous “Let’s get ready to rumble” line. Stars like Oprah and Jennifer Lopez and Tom Cruise will be there in the front row. We’ll even get Sylvester Stallone to referee. (See how I’m already sneaking those celebrity names in here!) And hopefully I’ve have a little thing called luck in my corner. Now ring the bell, dammit, ’cause it’s on like Donkey Kong.