Bait and Hook Click Funnel

If you’ve ever set out to learn something online, you may notice that social media starts sending targeted ads about what you want to learn.

For me – I want to turn my writing into a career, through novels, articles, blogging, and more. I set myself up a plan and some pretty good goals. I’ve read a lot about freelance writing and I really felt up to the task and starting the work.

Then the targeted ads started pouring in – join this group, sign up for this training, FREE checklist, paid training, write better, sell more, train, pay, train, pay, and I was signing up left and right for all of the free things. My inbox was getting stacked fuller and fuller – so much so, I couldn’t possibly read all of it in a reasonable amount of time, and the attempt to read it all was stealing time from me actually writing.

It happened with horse training too. Also, my walk with Jesus. It doesn’t take long for those ads to pick up on what we are looking for, and to flood us with content. Baited by free content, and then hooked with an offer to pay to learn how to earn $30,000 a month, just like them!

It starts feeling very scammy – I’m going to collect your money to walk you through how to create a bait and hook, so you can collect money to teach someone else how to do it. I don’t want to bait and hook anyone. I want to participate in real writing opportunities.

So if you’re like me and you are trying to grow in an area of your life, but you’re drowning in content, please take this as permission to unsubscribe, don’t spend your money, and delete the mass of emails you can’t read in a reasonable amount of time.

There is valuable content out there – and a lot of it does cost. Because creators of good content deserve to be paid for their time and energy.

But I’ve never found the best content on social media. I’ve just found the bait and hook click funnel.

Whatever you are working on, creating, or growing through, find resources that truly help you grow, that is important. Remember, not everything will help you along the way. Don’t drain your pocketbook for cheap sells.

Until next time,

The Gap

The gap between what I write and a who I am is narrow but sometimes I see it. Sometimes I see something about parenting, marriage, or even our little farm, so clearly when I write about it, but I have to practice hard to achieve it in my own life.

Things like the pause – I can write it out, I can put to words how and why it is so important. I see it clearly. And I practice it often, but sometimes I fail to practice that pause. It’s not because I don’t want to pause or because I stopped seeing it as important or necessary. It’s not because I want to write about something I don’t do all the time or write-up some impossible, perfect standard for living.

This gap is real and it nags at me sometimes to stop writing. It calls to memory many times that I’ve failed at doing what I’m writing about, and tells me that I then have no business sharing what I think.

But I’m learning something interesting. If I stop writing where that ugly voice tells me there is a gap, I stop writing all together and the gap between my idea and my practice grows. Yet, if I continue to write despite the gap, it seems to narrow. I seem to be able to put into practice more consistently what I’m writing about, the ideas I have. I am able to bring them to action in my own life more often.

The more I write, the more I become who I want to be instead of staying as I am. This is exciting to me. To be able to see the direction I want to go, and to see how my writing influences that I take the steps that direction for real.

Oftentimes, I put my fingers on this keyboard thinking I’m going to make a revelation to the world, but most often, I make one to myself. And I close the gap between who I am and who I want to be just a little bit more.

Until next time,

I can’t write because she…

How many times in my life have my words stop flowing because she … ? She has always been another writer, someone who communicates best in written form and shares her thoughts with those around her. She has been someone different time and time again.

When I first sat down to share this, I pictured many of the different women she has been. I don’t consider myself a very competitive person, but the first few women I thought of, something in life made me feel like I was in competition with those particular women. It took a lot of healing and help to come to realize that she wasn’t my competition and while there was outside influence and pressure to see her as competition, the biggest problem was the way I was looking at things.

Yet, as the faces slid through my mind and I tried to decide where to start, I realized that some of the women were never women I felt like I was in competition with. I don’t really view life that way anyway – I think it’s very much a team event and we sharpen and motivate and encourage one another onward.

So if some of the women stirred up unusual feelings of competition but some of them didn’t, then what was the common thread? And why did she make it to where I couldn’t write?

Maybe I felt less than when I compared myself to her.

Or maybe I felt ashamed. Or like she wrote better.

What really hit me was when I realized I was afraid to let them see where I was vulnerable. I can’t come here to this space and lie. It’s not what God called me to do. I can’t come here and make up someone I’m not or write a life I’m not living. Sometimes this is raw, sometimes gritty, but always open, honest, authentic.

And sometimes, when I think of her winding up in this space reading it, I think she might find my weak points. Maybe, she’ll use my vulnerability against me.

She has many faces, she has come into my life in different roles, and she is honestly just a messed up way the enemy of God tries to put a stop to me writing. Some false sense of self-protection or bravado. Hiding in fear of what exactly? I don’t know anymore.

Tonight I ask God to teach me to persevere and pen my words despite what road blocks and writers block the enemy tries to hurl at me.

Until next time,