The good thing for me is that these occasional ruts are good for me.

It’s not the first time and will not be the last. It happens out of the blue, when I find myself wondering what the fuck I’m doing.

And ironically, it comes about six weeks since I made the radical move to turn this into a Members’ blog after 18 years of publicly-available content. I was prepared at the outset to call it off, but the memberships come in daily, still. And it’s to the point where it’s viable (a guy even paid me a year’s subscription in Bitcoin yesterday, marking a first). All that’s left to do is steadily grow the membership. Proof of concept is done.

But I have a nagging problem. Sure, for as long as I’ve been around, there will certainly be a number who will sign up because—for better or worse—they just happen to enjoy my style and are willing to pay to keep getting it. But when does that dry up? I’m not at the level of paid membership I want to be and excitedly, a million paid members is pretty much as easy to manage with my digital tools as is 1,000—99.9999% runs automated and Stripe as a payment processor is phenomenal after I’ve hated and loathed every CC processor I ever had before, in various businesses. Somewhere in-between is where my sweet spot lies.

I’m well aware that I occupy a one-off sort of niche that nobody else can believably copy. At the same time, part of that is that I exert zero effort in really reach-out self-promotion. It’s always a “you come to me” promotion, which is low effort. I’m just mindful of appearing to be a cheap and disgusting word-whore spewing bullshit meaningless promises for the consumption of fools and morons—people whose money I don’t even want.

So, enough of my inner conflicts.

What have I resolved?

Well, for one, I recall that the most enthusiasm I ever got back in the day was when I was blogging around a subject or theme for awhile, kinda like a series. Potato hack. Gut bugs. Whole grains. The Inuit not in ketosis. Iron load. Nutritional density. Perhaps a few others.

But here’s another thing. The world is awash in the fucking Mexican Beer Virus but I have already written tons on that. It’s ending, mark my words, so there is no use in pretending I had more than fuck all to do with its natural demise.

I don’t want to blog about The Beer Virus anymore, except to drop tidbits in my Random Quick Takes. It’s here, it’s boring, it’s bullshit, and it’s jumping the shark.

So what to do, then?

First off is to work concurrently on a number of things that interest me viciously.

1. A series for several months on Testosterone For Old Dudes. I’ve raised mine naturally over the last 17 months in Thailand by 38%. How? I’m not entirely sure, so it’s worth exploration.
2. A series for several months on how to improve yourself given all that’s working against you on purpose and find ways to take advantage of it, like Covid and other elitist-driven bullshit that every moron who is not a Member clamors for.
3. An online course on how to settle your personal debt without bankruptcy. I had a company for 20 years that provided this service for small businesses and individual consumers with high credit-card debt. I suspect that personal credit-card debt has increased substantially in the last 18 months.
4. Publish my first fiction. I’m working on a short story. I chose that because it’s simple, with only 2 characters: God; and the one human he chooses every generation to commune with him personally, in flesh and blood. I haven’t settled on a title, yet. The only problem is that when you’re dealing with omnipotence and omniscience, it’s very hard to contrive any essential conflict that’s not contrived (why superheroes always have limited powers and areas of vulnerability). So, it’s a mostly dialog-based thing, but the conflict is perhaps the mystery of God vs. the reality of God as I see it. This is the most fun of my projects.

So I guess that’s what all I wanted to put out there.