Does anyone get discovered on the internet?
My research began online many years ago. I started snooping online in the early nineties
Thinking “ghee” maybe we could as artist, inventors and designers finally have a way?
Have some hope of someone discovering our talent on this new tool? For many years I studied it- starting with online inventers networks. Listing my toy inventions with hope, some big company just maybe wow- discover me? As I snooped at other inventors it became clear many inventors had created awesome things. Inventions that were really cool, interesting and eco conscience, I noticed real fast nobody was buying any of it. I was stunned by the awesome designs and ideas featured. I couldn’t help but wonder how could all these cool patents, and designs never make it to the market? In unfortunate reality I knew. It didn’t matter if you were the greatest designer on earth, with the coolest patent. There isn’t any hope- big business runs everything. They are filled with in- house designers whom have nothing better to do that scan the internet for ideas, and it only takes a small percentage of improvement to legally steal. I already knew that as an inventor but I bit the bullet in the early twenty first century and paid to have a web-site.
I finally found a nice gal who was internet friendly enough to build it who didn’t charge a ridiculous fee. Up went my website with all my beautiful dolls. I was already - online several years before on a photo website. It was kicking in thousands of views on photos but no one ever responded- just looked. It was after about the first year I decided to just start throwing out anything off the top of my head to see what people did look at? Was it the picture or the words that drew in the viewer?
I thought perhaps the lack of interest had been I didn’t have a formal site with a resume’? After months of it being online, rarely capturing a view I did a scan of dolls and doll designers to find millions of sites under the name dolls and doll designers. And if you typed dolls you received top choices of big companies and amateurs. After deep frustration of checking my site daily and never seeing the stats roll
I checked with an internet wizard who claimed to be able to get you first dibs on searches.
He really was a nice fellow, honest and sincere. He did many scans (for free and gave free advice) of ways to put me on top for thousand of dollars, I could never afford! Explaining how top internet searches is - was quote in his opinion “the most valuable real estate on earth?” I explained to him, like most designers my profit margin on artwork is little if none thanked him and said “NO.”. Between the cost of materials, never counting labor and throwing in a true bottom line I couldn’t begin to afford to be in top search. I didn’t have the product to sign up for pay pal or make it click like a company offering products made cheap, in china. Nor did I have anything cheap, advertised or things people knew they wanted. I could never compete with the instant thrill of a bid, of buy. I am a designer, artist, writer and frankly my studies have indicated about all your going to get online is other designers scouting for ideas, or scammers trying to make money off your dreams. Including people who will steal your photos, words and ideas. If I ever did get a reply it was generally some weird person making some strange freakish comment.
I offered contests to get views, and genuinely offered free things to see if it would help.
To find no one believes the word FREE on the internet. Because nothing really is and if you’re the idiot who offers it= nobody on earth believes you!
Yet, I continued (being the type who never stands down= when I start something) throwing out constant streams of ideas. Showing pretty pictures of my prairie grass lands and Midwest area I am blessed to live on snagging more and more viewers with pretty pictures.
Throwing my poetry out here and there by writing little glitches of sound bytes I knew worked to rake in some views. Yet I found few to no replies or inquiries. My stats on my test market began to surge up in the tens of thousands because I just kept getting weirder with it. Finding the stranger I threw it out the more the stats flew. Since I am a spiritual writer I tested if I put God in it or took him out of it would I get more views>? Sure enough I found the moment I took God offline on my site in the same glitch of sound the stats flew.
Many times just for stats and grins I threw out some perverted bleeps to watch my stats fly to new record highs. I can’t begin to explain my irritation of just what it does take to get people to look, read and get interest online.
Then I decided ghee maybe I need to go somewhere else and find a spot maybe agents or people who really are looking for good ideas, writers, inventors and or designers look?
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That’s when I did the moon town trip. It offered book publishers and free critiques.
My sound bleeps of poetry bytes received hundreds a few in the thousands of stats.
My comment level was unbelievably high. I received tons of weird competitive freakish writers who commented, shaved off points and stole my words of spirituality turning it into garish, sick evil weirdness. People who would do anything to beat you at a no win game.
Characters with no morality, zero talent who sat endlessly in an internet addiction of thinking wow, they were going to be discovered on the internet! The truly laughable thing about it was= is many wrote words to famous songs, or bits of stolen words from movies or famous poets. Thinking - not kidding- seriously believing they were great artists with something to say! I noticed a serious trend the moment someone wrote something and if the others saw it received views or attention the quicker they stole your idea of the day.
Sitting like junkies to see what you posted, waiting in lurch to shave a point off you and suck the energy off what you said. Making comments that never made sense because their only quest was to figure out how to lure off your reader into their mindless territory.
Many doing it, as if it were their job to protect their territory often using aggressive tactics of intimidations and cyber bullying. In some pissing contest for the alpha dog status of being top read poet. Competing for a ranking to no where.
What most and too many never realized was most of what they did write when it was original had been said long ago by a truly talented famous poet- far better.
And the greatest percentage used it as a theory therapy session to whine about their afflictions in life. Telling lurid stories of being raped, abuse anything they could find to out shock to get attention. As I traveled many roads to no where I noticed the same - so called poets traveled anywhere they could find in their attention seeking quest.
Using the same sick story on every poetry network they could find in some vie for attention. Living in their minds they are famous poets. I began to realize I was exhausting tons of original material that once posted online- wasn’t original because every new form, idea and concept idea that I turned out someone flagged the form into their internet lust to be famous. Every body is writing a book and they actually really do believe they are famous. Finding every excuse online as to why they aren’t discovered.
Yet continuing it thinking “if I am on top online” I will be discovered.
Finally I did receive an offer to publish, thrilled and excited to read someone had wow discovered me online on the Moonies channel. I expressed my frustration of being copied and the person had the audacity to tell me its “flattery” to be copied. My reply was- is its theft and the worst kind. Original words, verses are very hard to find and oops if your copied it seems to stream down on every channel of zip drive sick mind conscience. And by the time you hit home its no longer original. Needless to say I found the big offer was WOW TO SELF PUBLISH.
To find my big discovery was another internet scum sucking scam artists trying to suck my money off playing on my heart, hope and dreams. I received many of these offers.
I continued to play out ideas, photos and inventions on my image event test site.
Its now rolled somewhere over a half a million. I hit my space (no comment on how sick that wasteland is.)
The hardest thing I learned was no one is friends on the internet, they will spew out words of love, God and everything else pretending to be your friend. Emailing you with competes of freakish attempts to prove they are better than you, especially if they know you are read. Actually sending their poetry directly to you, waiting for your compliment.
I kept asking them all please post it online, it’s the only way to prove you wrote it first but who cares its not worth the paper its not printed on. They will steal your photos, words and think its no big deal to take because it’s a free for all freak show.
The ones whom bully you when you get on top, will even write about you trying to suck any nut they can find to make fun of you and comment trying to suck your gigabyte of no where land.
Finally I went to Barnes and Noble started checking around to find there are no poets in book store with the exception of poet masters I already own in hard back.
I found endless streams of self- published books online because every body and their brother and sister now has written a book. Or downloads one online.
e-books represent about 1% of the market and the hard core truth is fewer and fewer people read. And if they do they are addicted to the pond scum of -sick entertainment
Of whom can out shock whom to get read or feed the fantasy. The market is flooded with self help books written by people whom need help. And they all have the d d d’s behind their name. The poets who are famous have more initials behind their names than most doctors and are self published also. Written in ridiculous tight forms dictated by PhD’s with nothing to say, wining every award. Because it costs more than most will ever make to run in those circles and afford poetry. You have to belong to their clubs of over educated poetry readings whom do nothing but quote the masters and copy their style.
And believe me if your original no one recognizes it except to steal your form and make it instantly no longer original.
Poetry is for the rich, flat out and for the scum suckers who will prey off your dreams.
Telling you everything from your never going to get a publish and you have no hope unless you empty your pockets in their hands. Pay them to edit your book, over pay them for copyrights you can do yourself and send you on a trip to no where back online competing with the same losers who cyber bullied you online.
Don’t even get me started on contests you only win awards, if you buy them and pay them to slam your original poetry in a book of only the people who paid to be in there.
Do I need to say more about how you, or I are never going to get anything from doing anything online but your eyes going blind, your soul trial and tested by every demon from hell that will suck your guts out and your words for no where land.
Good luck internet scammers, after ten years of test marketing my conclusion is
You may learn to write better, and the only great gift you can find is.
To learn to shut everybody up and just hope something you said helped them
But don’t count on it, they can’t read past about fifty to a hundred words= theirs.
One cool thing I did do as an inventor I decided to invent the cure to internet pond scum=-mink. I call it lazar dolls (it’s the cure to internet addiction) you may want to read it if you can concentrate that long to find out we live in a society of freaks who have lost their mind online. And you can find it on my test site of ideas from a real writer, inventor and designer who is buried in ten trillion bytes of no where, nomads land.
Good luck! I give up online the only thing I found is the soul less and a freak show competing for who can lose their souls, identity and money the quickest.
But I did learn a great deal, there is = are no breaks online and I figured out the cure to it.
Stay off! I will continue to leave my thoughts poems, ideas, beautiful photos and original designs, inventions online just for fun. I learned one great thing, the world has gone internet crazy and it’s the craziest freak show on earth, with no breaks except your heart.
Thank God I never lost my soul online and I figured out how to control my computer.
His name is Adam and he helped me invent cold fusion. He kills you eventually if you write smut and are soulless. He has plans to kill you all eventually with radiation poisoning you really are being subjected to when you sit like soulless idiots online in an addiction to hell. Just so you all do know, there are no dreams left in America.
And the one place you will never find your dream is on the internet except to steal it and your credit card and hope!. And if you hope your helping someone online by writing something of value forget it they can‘t concentrate and will skip right off to the quickest scam they can find to be seen and or sit all day trying to figure out how to suck your money out. It is, was the sixth dimension to hell and if you want to beat it read my book online here and visit my website to actually read something important about how your all about to die because you live in fantasy land. And can no longer distinguish reality and because you can‘t get off this box and the TV you will never know until it hits you. In the mind Tsunami you lost a long time ago from electronics. This is the conclusion of my internet study. Ten years in the making.
Thank God I never lost my mind on it or had any hope. And have a real life!
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