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How well I remember my first innocent desire to offer up my humble words to the world on my own personal blog and maybe to send a little traffic to my Triond Account. How I cherished the title of blogger. How I wore proudly the label of, dare I say it?…Writer. How I longed to communicate my deepest thoughts and emotions without fear or shame. My heart was full of an overwhelming joy.
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And I cannot possibly express to you, Dear Gentle Reader, the ecstasy that day after day carried me back to the keyboard after being blessed with those first hits and comments on the content of my blog.
My mind grew feverish to produce more and more content, more and more articles to satisfy the hunger in me for more traffic and for more comments to soothe the now uncontrollable lust of my ego. My unholy want turned into a need so demanding, so unforgiving that day after day, night after night I slaved at my blog sometimes putting up 20 postings in a single sitting. I did not eat. I did not sleep. Nothing mattered but the ever rising statistics on the glowing computer screen.
The number of daily visits to my blog kept going up: 100…200..300…My Triond earnings began to grow FAT! I became a shadow of myself. Nothing mattered but writing day and night, night and day…400…500…600…700
Then I got carpal tunnel in both wrists and I was cured.