There are several people's writing I read that can be considered "professional bloggers." Do you find it odd, as I do, that blogging can be a profession? That being a clearinghouse for poorly-decorated cakes--or even better, random musings by no one particularly famous--can earn you a livelihood?
I profess to want that job, but you know what? I don't. I don't want to have to come up with content every day. I don't want to have to write when I'm sick, or plan ahead for posts when I'm on vacation. I don't want to have to do anything. I blog because I have a thought in my head or a link that I like (for instance, this video/article on redecorating; it's nice to know we've got our sofas in the right spot). Any time you make something your profession, it automatically loses some of its enjoyability, because now you're doing it because it's your job, not because you want to.
Of course, I'd love to make money off ads or have companies send me free products to review. Who doesn't like free stuff? It'd be great to have minions emailing me begging for my opinion or commenting on each post about how witty and clever and pretty I am.
But then again, minions bring hate mail, people telling you that you're wrong and ridiculous and shouldn't wear white sundresses because you look like Shamu at a wedding. So I guess I'll stick with my freebie-less existence, with my seven loyal readers by my side.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to walk to the other building, because the vending machine downstairs is broken and I promised myself an ice cream--Shamu or no Shamu.