Why Blogging Is Like Playing Monopoly

Yes you did read that correctly, “blogging is like monopoly”. And I know you are reading that thinking “ha ha yeah no it’s not” but think of it like a good mystery novel, at first you have no idea how the clues connect but by the last page all you are thinking is “Of course! The old man’s umbrella! Duh!”. So stay with me here.

Yes what I have found is that blogging is like playing Monopoly. You and I are the pieces (I dibs the top-hat) and that big ol’ board, yep you guessed it, that’s the internet. So we have all passed Go, and as we venture around the internet we find our niche, we find our blogs, and we buy them from the bank and get those little card thingys (your dashboard). We own our blocks, we own our blogs. Some people decide to upgrade and own their domains by adding houses, hey some even throw on a hotel, but we all contribute to the board in the same way.

Anyway whilst posting around the board, it is so very easy to land yourself in jail and throw off your blogging game for a while. Maybe you don’t blog for a week or so, you lose your rhythm. And a lot of people find it much easier to sit in jail and wait their three turns rather than refocus and pay the 50 monopoly monies to get out of that rut asap and back into posting regularly (unless of course you are lucky enough to stumble across inspiration with a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card). After all, the more you post the more your stats go up, the more people are ‘Just Visiting’.

Here on WordPress you’re not alone either. The Monopoly Man (WordPress) is always hanging around with exciting challenges (Community Chest), prompts (Chance), and tips to get your blog exactly where you want it to be (Free Parking Money). 

I do have to admit there is one aspect of playing Monopoly that is certainly not like blogging. And that is nobody wins, it is not competitive. The people you ‘play’ along with are far more of a community than an intensely bickering family. And sometimes you might roll the dice, post that article, and it doesn’t quite pay off how you wanted. But you always know there will be some reader out there to sneak you 20 monopoly monies under the table to help you pay off that rent with a lovely like or comment. 

And that dear readers is why blogging is like playing Monopoly. Like the mystery novel right?

So with that I’ll see you all on Mayfair!



You Can’t Handle The Truth!…Or Maybe You Can

What was that Bruce Wayne quote, the people deserve the truth? Or was that Alfred? Anyway, I’ve decided to come clean.

Just recently I was reading over a couple of my older posts, not for any particular reason, and as I was scrolling down the page I accidentally clicked like on one of the posts. On one of my own posts. To be specific I liked Life Typos. And in a moment of despair I was about to unclick the like button when something in the back of my mind stopped me. And I let my hand hover there. And I just thought about it for a moment…

No one would ever know (unless I write an entire post about it).

No one looks at who likes what anyway.

I could just…leave it there.

I could just…like it.

The worst part was it came up in my notifications and everything, “Write and Day liked your post”. Oh the shame. It was like a permanent thing, as if it couldn’t be undone even if it was. That notification wasn’t going anywhere whether I unchecked or not. Just as a constant reminder of my mistake. 

I’m not an expert on blogging etiquette, but if liking your own posts is anything like real life, I think I gave myself a virtual high five. But you know what? I’m not ashamed of it. Not to say I am going to start liking all of my own posts but you know, I accidentally liked one of my own posts and I’m going to roll with that. Make lemonade from lemons as they say. 

Yes I did the unthinkable. I left it there. I let that Write and Day post be liked by Write and Day, just as a gesture of, ‘Hey I did like reading that post, so what does it matter if I wrote it as well?’

So exile me from the blogosphere but that bad boy is staying liked. It is what it is, and I am whatever Gotham needs me to be.

Okay, that last bit was Bruce again.