I saw an ad. “Why I charge $10,000 for Building a WordPress Site”
No kidding! Me too!
I could only create and manage two or three of these a year, if I’m doing it by myself, as I have been here. I’ve always wanted to have my own website, blog, or space, since the web became a thing at my mom’s house, in like, 1993.
I never thought too much about what the subject matter would be. I figured I would just share my personal experience. But…what is my experience and do I really want to share it?
Never mind. The subject of the site doesn’t matter that much. I just happen to really enjoy almost all of the elements involved building a site such as this. I enjoy analytics. As a young psychology major, I excelled in research and analytics coursework. To be successful online requires finding and engaging with an audience, which is something I often claim to be uninterested in, but surely need in order to make my work worthwhile. I may have been shamed as a child for wanting attention, making self-promotion rather challenging today. I’m letting that go now. I swear.
I enjoy beautifying online real estate, making terrible photos look dazzling, and creating specialized buttons and well-timed GIFS. I love colors that pop, though recently, I am developing a fondness for muted earth tones as well.
I love writing and always keep a journal, even if it is scattered across several mediums and multiple physical locations, uncategorized. I have always hoped to share some of my journal with the world, just to contribute something to the Recorded Knowledge of Known Knowns of Being… or, I suppose, to have my say, to be heard.
I find myself curious about many things and my first response to my own curiosity is to begin making a mental checklist of possible information resources and compiling all of my questions. Other times, I become deeply fascinated with a particular idea that I’ll fully entertain the idea of earning a PhD on the subject. In this case, the null hypothesis is my go-to.
The cheerful enthusiasm which has been a cornerstone of my personality across time, space, and social circles, has matured into a dogged perseverance. At times, when challenged, I recognized a need to shift focus, but giving up entirely is almost never a serious consideration. I always say: if there is no solution, then there can’t possibly be a problem.
“So what?” you ask. “What is your point?” My point is very simple. I only want to offer my services in the aforementioned arenas. I am making myself available to your cause. As I stated in the beginning, I could only do two or three websites in a year’s time. That is not due to any laziness on my part, but is the result of my insistence on giving my best to whatever undertaking I choose to accept.
It doesn’t feel good to me to “half ass” anything and I truly do take pride in my work. All work. This was true even during my short stint as a house cleaner back in 2006-7. As I would exit the home, I would always turn around at the door and take one last look at the home, breathe deep, and imagine the feeling of satisfaction and ease that my customers would experience upon entry at the end of their workday. Without that sort of commitment to a job well done, any task is rendered menial.
This brings me to my last point. When I was cleaning houses, or otherwise engaged in menial tasks for pay, nobody ever asked me if I would like to work for free. Nobody ever offered me “exposure” in exchange for my work. Yet it astonishes me, as an artist, writer, and creator, how often I am offered the opportunity to work for less than minimum wage, or no money at all. To which my response is this: Your project can only give me exposure if it is a success. And how is it going be a success if the people you are putting to work on it are consumed with worry over making their rent or mortgage payment? How likely do you think they are to be taking calls if the bill collectors are breathing down their necks, and blowing up their phones? Money is not an option in life. It may be the root of all evil, but however one feels philosophically about it, it is a requirement for survival. I’m bringing this up here because I want to be fully up front about the fact that, as a fully functioning adult human, with all of the obligations that entails, I expect to be fairly compensated for my skills and talents. I get shit done. And that’s just ONE of my skills.