My husband keeps asking, when are you going to earn some money with your blog. Because, ahem, I have not earned one 10 cent piece.
My reviews. My posts about movies and wine and books. My local quest for a new cafe.
Yeah, I’m still bloggin’ it old school, yo. It's just about what inspires me.
Which really means, I'm not trying to make any money. There are no advertisers on this site (yet).
See how I left the door open. Because I’m an English major, not a journalist. And that’s how I roll.
I have nothing against those of you who make a buck with your blogs. As we say in NZ, good on ya.
The thing is, blogging about products and free samples and the discussion on CNN about mommy bloggers? It just ain’t happening in NZ.
So, Wellington Road. "Blog with integrity" or sanctimonious, full of shit blog. You decide.
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