I Promise to do Better, Really.
As a mostly sentient human being with over 900 published hubs, I expect more of myself than I have been giving. Lately you may have noticed my recent compositions could perhaps tolerate a little improvement in key areas. My spelling has been okay but beyond that I find myself in a sad state of affairs, vis-à-vis online-writing.
Indeed I am asking for no special dispensation. Feel free to browse away immediately for more satisfying reading on this venerable web site.You will easily locate estimable articles throughout many highly credited authors.
Estimable folks in the quality control department deserve more credit for tolerating my last few hubs. Rumors abound regarding mass exodussen of proofreaders. For that I accept full responsibility. No one should be obligated to earn a living, such as it is, through evaluation of my words and sentences.
Contrition Continues Unabated
I fully comprehend your reticence to continue reading what you have started reading here. I know I would probably browse over to The Huntington Post or Obama.com before forcing myself to process any more of this word vomit.
If you stick with me then together we will progress to the end of this article. If you leave, you condemn me to trudge this mortal coil unaccompanied. Either way, I understand.
What's been going wrong lately?
Lately I simply haven't felt like writing to all of you. Over the past 5 years my experience with HubPages has been dotted with roller-coasters of success and failure interspersed with gut-wrenching heights of sadness punctuated by underwhelming ennui and run-on sentences. I also find myself dabbling in hyperbole far too often than is good for me.
Perhaps I have plumbed the depths of my proverbial soul only to find a silty unstable bottom. One might posit the root of my writing issues stems from lack of talent or perhaps lack of any discernible effort. I think I do.
What would you like to see from me?
Lately I've written, somewhat less than gainfully, about:
I Vow To Work Tirelessly To Improve All Aspects Of My HubPages Compositions.
Sometimes it's simply overwhelming to maintain high levels of work. On this site I find myself beset with people calling me names. When I attempt to provide clarity I am rebuffed with taunts such as "Nazi" and "Troll" and "nicompoop." The latter has become trite and predictable as well-meaning insult merchants continue to trot out their least imaginative adjectives. It hurts me. It devastates my family who only want to live their lives and periodically enjoy a luscious Chipotle Burrito without finding themselves beset by paparazzi and people wishing them less then well.
If you continue to feel unabated needs to call me names, please indulge yourself herein. I am a grown-up according to my driver's license: I can tolerate all the basal banalities you prefer to dish out through this online social media site. If digital abuse makes you feel better then go for it. On the other hand, if you want to see me grow and subdivide into a better human being, consider offering up a few well-chosen glittering generalities in my direction. I plan to receive your complements with the same aplomb.
I think I need to energize my core values to rebuild a synergistic paternalism. Once accomplishing that I plan to align highly refined world-class best-of-breed tools concomitant with professional attitudes. You know I can do it.
My Second Wind Is Returning, I Can Feel It
This exposition has served to rebuild my confidence yet again. I feel that you and I, together, will make me better and thereby improve your overall online experience within reasonable limits. Thank you for your patience as I circumnavigate these rocky shoals of online writing. Certainly it has been more difficult for you than it has been for me.
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