Being smart was something my parents hoped for me, but I surprised them by taking a different path. I’ve hidden that aspect of my personality pretty well over the years, but I’ve decided to come clean to my Gather friends. You see; I am totally confused as to why anyone on Gather cares about points.
I really mean this: I’m confused. I recognize that the readership for most of my posts would fill only the empty seats in an already full McDonalds, and that because of this fact that my point accumulation fits the definition of glacial before we had global warming.
That’s not a complaint, just an admission of reality, but when I get twenty or more posts a day whose content is simply how many points the person accumulated in the last twenty-four hours my mind goes into overload. I become sure that there is a pot of gold out there from which others are puling gobs of one ounce Canadian Maple Leafs, and it is a money pot that I am not seeing.
I calculate that during my seven years on Gather that my income from the site has just slightly exceeded a penny a day. I could make that much in an hour walking through the local Wal Mart parking lot looking for dropped change, or by discreetly taking a penny out of the plastic tray instead of putting one in at the local Seven Eleven when I buy a donut.
My guess is that if I put a little steaminess into my writing, then I might be able to double my wages on the site, but after that I’m stumped. Well… in truth, even before that I’m stumped since even I fall asleep when I try to write scenes like that.
I also fully realize that none of you who are in the know are going to share your little money making secret with me. Diluting the pot of gold just isn’t in your interest. What helps is knowing that I am not alone. The guy in front of me at the seven eleven this morning snuck a nickel out of the penny bin. I guess he writes on Gather too.