Algorithm Promotes Blogger After Publishing 100 Articles

Best Content Creator On The Internet

Award-winning, number 1# Best Author Award! Exquisite, tasteful hot topics. The most sought-after content creator on the internet. Ms. Opal Roszell is this year's winner of the “Best Canadian Blogger” Award. With only 89 Published Articles thus far, she is smashing viral hits one after another. Going viral as we speak. With Must Read content, showing reveals, and more. Find her on Twitter at @opaliving. “First Place Award Won Five Years in a Row.” Thousands of vies from every Facebook feed, Twitter lead, Instagram or Snap. I want the crowds cheering for me as vanity pours into this read like the finest wine from a decanter.

There is a method behind my madness. I need to feel like I have accomplished something. That would be my dream come true. Don’t we all have the kindness and generosity to share and acclimate aspiring dreamers. If you could be that one person that is thanked at an award ceremony for supporting someone to innovate a future of emotional and social growth, would you? Someone that makes a difference; a movement, steals fame for the right reasons. Would you support them? Would you be there when they needed you the viewer to encourage and build them up? Are you the inspiration or are you the critic?

That’s my mind's eye talking. Praying I wake up one day to a gazillion messages, emails and congratulations on that article; it was a hit. It just hasn’t happened yet.

I thought I got this writing thing down. That was just me patting myself on the back for regularly publishing, making it feel like a job. I work at it like a job; I research everything. I try to write authentic pieces from the places locked away inside me. Still nonetheless, and regardless I am plagued with wonder. I have made about 13 Canadian Dollars since I started in May. Is that good or bad? I have tons of external views, hardly any internal. Some of this is because I am new to blogging, more so because I finally found what I thought would be my dream job, but it turns out it’s way more complicated than I thought.

It was at that moment when I published 50 articles I was hooked, and Oh Boy, did I make mistakes.

Misunderstandings Happen Leaving Questions

I don’t even know how to write a good SEO. I think I understand it, but truthfully I consistently have overestimated my abilities and have been told I reach for the branches that I will never reach. And yes, it’s true I can’t reach them; but can’t I try? So I kept pressing on. Finally, my writing seems to be improving after 89 articles. Or is it? Google and other platform algorithms are not selecting my writing. I’m not complaining; it’s just that this must indicate poor quality of work. For some reason, it seems like other people’s stats are not improving but declining in general. Why is this? Is this something to wait out as a blogger, or should I give up when I get to 100?

Go For The Gold

If I listened to every negative thought in my head, I’d be dead. I indeed want to write. I have a passion for it lingering inside me. Like the words want to rumble off my tongue like thunder in the prairie sky amid a whirling storm. My desire to write is lavish and robust. The kind of round nurturing breasts that comfort your head with a loving hug and the smell of old perfume. That’s how writing makes me feel. It makes me feel invigorated. Like I get a chance to dive into the icy cold water for a January 1 polar swim. Writing makes me feel things again that lay dormant in my soul. I feel like I need an ehug :(

Forgetting to Be Young at Heart: The Jaded Opal

The parts of me that have taken life so seriously that I have forgotten how to smile. I think as a writer, it revolves around the need for readers. Some successful authors admit that crap writing of theirs has gone viral and made them an atrocious profit.

Touching The Hearts Of Millions

I want my readers to believe in something more than the author making a living. I want to inspire people to want to read. So if all my dreams come true, this is what I’d do; I’d write exclusively to you—anything you want to hear. I’d write your bio, I’d write your book, I’d write a journal for you, I’d write you a love song. I’d tell you a story, I’d make you wonder, and I’d give you insight. I would be that warm cup of soup for the soul that people ate up like candy on a gingerbread house. But I won't let you get lost like Hansell and Grettle. The bread crumbs were not a good idea. So instead, I would navigate the way with indication signs along the way. I’d be your guide, your road map, your travel partner, your friend. I want to be everything to you in the end.

Something bigger than me. Something that gives the reader hope, strength, wisdom and genuine aspiration in life. I may write some corky pieces, but I’m just getting started. And I don’t think giving up should even be an option for anyone ever. It’s just not a wise thing to do.

My first-hand experience is screaming to take this seriously because something I write could touch the hearts of millions one day. Giving up isn’t an option. If you ever feel like giving up, I want you to read an aspiring read. Find an interest and learn about it. I want to be the author you turn to for that warm grandmother hug, my reader, asking the reader, “what do you want?” Or that refreshing feel alive again kind of author. Where when you start reading, you might not be hooked, but a couple of sentences later, you are not only interested but engaged with a sense of fulfillment.

There would be nothing more delightful than my audience growing and learning along with me, sharing their thoughts and adding value to my work. I feel my work has value, but I also know that some pieces are either entertainment pieces or encouragement pieces, even articles that provoke thought. I want my hands to type those words that touch your heart physically; that will never happen if my writing stays locked up in the phantom of curation jail or some other mishap I’m just not getting. But I will publish my 100th article. (I hope.)

Going Viral

Maybe the algorithms will change when I get to 100 publications. I ask only one thing if you are reading this. Pick me. Believe in me. I will be grateful, be proud, and not be silent; I will speak up with a roar. Believe in me because I believe you intelligent and intellectual and brilliant like a precious butterfly. I once said to someone, “Take me under your wings and teach me to fly.” The complete denial of my assistance was the push off the ledge I needed to make a change. I learned to fly with my eyes on the sky. You must understand I fly watching over you. When you’re alone, I’ll be here. To be a good listener. I, too, will be the reader. Dazzle me show me your talent. I will applaud, I will cheer, and I will always be here.

Opal