I received my first advertising check today. This is sort of a momentous occasion in the blogging world because it means that enough people have come to my site to warrant them actually cutting me a check. It also means that for the first time in my life somebody has paid me for something I have written. Now granted, this isn’t “REAL” publishing where I actually have to be a good writer, but it is probably as close as I will ever get.

When I was in 5th grade I wrote a book of stories featuring a squirrel and I pledged that I would grow up one day and become a “writer”. I graduated with a bachelors degree in Creative Writing and upon completion realized that I was a dreadful writer. Perhaps it is because I haven’t experienced enough true hardship, or perhaps it is because I’m just not that interesting. I don’t know, but writing a novel is not in my future. I have lots of ideas for screenplays and perhaps someday I will actually get around to writing them (my current idea is a modern retelling of Northanger Abbey).

In the meantime, I’m relegated to hiding out in the blogosphere and like a minstrel, standing on my box and spinning my tales. I think I’ll take my earnings and go take the kids to McDonalds.