Part of me wants to complain, and the other part of me really wants to poke fun at WordPress. Honestly, I don’t think they’ve any concern over what goes on within their own company. That is, unless we count all the business accounts that spam the feed.
Reality has been surfacing over this last year, as to how little WordPress cares for any account that doesn’t produce the money. I’ve watched countless ads surfacing across Facebook, and the like, touting how great WordPress is for business accounts.
The tide is changing for bloggers, with AI becoming the new typing assistant for many writers. It’s discouraging, to say the least.
Site after site has begun seeking prompts from other venues, just to submit posts out on the feed. Doesn’t it make more sense to just move to that venue, if the prompts are better. Why are we giving WordPress any time at all, if we have to leave the platform in order to find a good prompt?
How many years in a row do I have to tell my readers which holidays are my favorite? Did they suddenly change from last year? Am I that fickle?
I have the strong urge to throat punch whomever it was that invented the job title of Happiness Engineer. Where are they? And, what is it, exactly, that they actually do? For the last two weeks, I can’t even comment on half of my subscribers sites, even though I am a fellow subscriber. I see numerous other sites writing about their struggle with technical issues that seem to never get resolved.
My renewal deadline is coming up in the next two weeks, and I’m letting it go delinquent. I’ve had that little button added to my site for the last two months, but as I don’t have any monetary sites that follow mine, there hasn’t been any gift subscriptions arriving. It’s probably for the better, as I’m not sure the cost pays for anything other than extra photo storage. I know my illustration work will suffer for it, but it is what it is.
While I’ve written numerous pieces of literary works, in an attempt at being a part of something wonderful, it seems to have become nothing more than myself doing all the heavy lifting. Comments are virtually becoming like that of a ghost town, with only a few tumble weeds of words drifting down a dusty street.
For this reason, I pulled my first full length novel off the feed over a year ago, finishing it privately. I do much of my real writing offline now, and plan to begin my own publishing journey within the next few months. It wasn’t that only few read along with me, but even fewer took the time to comment, or answer my questions.
Over time, it has become more of me out there liking and commenting on some of the nearly 1700 subscribers that follow my site. The comparative numbers are staggering! While I spend nearly two hours a day reading and commenting on a minimum of nearly sixty active accounts, my numbers usually never exceed sixty to eighty total visits, and or likes. The comments section hasn’t been working, lately, but I think that is the fault of our HappyMess EngiSneers.
Though I have no intention of leaving the platform, my writing choices are changing, and I’m choosing to pursue only those accounts that I know are active members, and dear friends. If you hadn’t picked up on it yet, I no longer have the energy to devote to a project that get’s 5 views and no comments! Barnyard Business will be moving to a new venue, and any publishing work will also be held private.
The trend for free this and free that, has turned the value of words into Bantha Fodder!
** According to Google, Bantha fodder” is a Star Wars phrase referring to the food eaten by banthas, often used as a synonym for nonsense, lies, or worthless material, similar to “@#*$&%@* or “bull crap”. It is commonly associated with the Huttese phrase “bantha poodoo” (bantha fodder) used by characters like Jabba the Hutt to mean something foul or low-quality. **
While I have never sought to become wealthy, I do have to make a living. If something is worth having, it’s worth paying for, and I believe that there is value within the pages of my work. I could say that I’m sorry for not sharing my dreams with you, but no apology will be forthcoming.
We now live in a day and age where anything you put out on the internet is subject to being stolen by ai bots, or plagiarized by someone without the skill to write anything of value by their own hand.
Google’s AI overview,
Plagiarize means to steal and pass off another person’s ideas, words, or creative work as your own without proper attribution. It is a serious form of academic and professional dishonesty, often called “literary theft”. Penalties include failing assignments, suspension, or expulsion, while legal implications can include lawsuits for copyright infringement. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Types of Plagiarism
- Verbatim: Copying text word-for-word without quotation marks or credit.
- Mosaic/Patchwork: Taking phrases from various sources and patching them together.
- Paraphrasing: Improperly changing a few words while keeping the original structure.
- Self-Plagiarism: Submitting your own previous work without permission or citation. [1, 2, 3]
I don’t know where things will lead me, though I have every confidence that it will be beautiful. If you desire to continue on this journey with me, I welcome you, as I always have.
If we’re to hold to the very fiber that makes us the writers that we claim to be, we need to stand beside one another, and take back all that which is being systematically stolen from under our very online noses. Avoid sites that are clearly spamming the platform, pursue other bloggers who write free form, and not chatgpt, or one of the other ai writing assistant programs.
If you want to write, learn how to do it like the rest of us… good ole blood, sweat, and often times, many tears. Don’t let ignorance be your excuse for utilizing a computer program to do your work for you. Are we to stand back in complacency, as your libraries become clogged with nothing more than pre-programmed algorithms.
I want to move against the tide, and forge a path straight into the heart of the worlds literary sea.
Join with me in becoming the keepers of true literary treasures; handwritten history, truly inspired poetry, courageous adventures, and tales of ancient hero’s and heroines.
I truly believe that these artificial computer programs will never be able to capture hearts, like the stories of old… the ones truly dreamt about, before the ink ever stained the paper they were written upon. Help me prove it!
Journey With Me! 