Showing posts with label new novel lifestyle author. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new novel lifestyle author. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Blogging Ain’t Free (But It Sure Feels Like It) – Chapter 1 Sneak Peek



Blogging Ain’t Free (But It Sure Feels Like It) – Chapter 1 Sneak Peek

So let me tell y’all something — I didn’t start this whole blogging journey thinking I was gonna be the next Oprah. No, honey. I was just broke and tired. I wanted a side hustle that didn’t cost me a dime. That’s how I ended up on Blogger — because it was free.

At first, I was just ranting. Talking about my ex, my bills, Popeyes running out of spicy chicken when I pulled up — you know, real-life stuff. My sister told me, “You still on that computer? You better fill out a job application.” The shade! But I kept typing.

Then came the drama with Google AdSense. They denied me the first time and had the nerve to call my blog “low quality.” Low quality? Excuse me? I got stories, tea, and opinions for days. But I didn’t quit. I kept writing, found my voice, and before I knew it — one of my posts went viral. Over a million readers.

And baby, after 18 months of grinding, I finally got that first check: $988.21. When it hit on the 21st, I danced around the living room like I had just won the lottery. My family? Messy. My brother wanted fifty dollars, my sister wanted a loan, and Mama wanted curtains. But that check was mine, and it was proof I wasn’t crazy for believing in myself.


✨ That was just a taste of Chapter 1 of my new series: “Click, Pay, Repeat: How My Blog Turned Pennies Into a Paycheck (and Drama Into Dollars).”

I’ll be posting more chapters here on the blog — filled with gossip, family drama, lessons learned, and the real tea on how a free blog turned into a real side hustle.

πŸ‘‰ If you liked this little sneak peek, stick around — Chapter 2 is coming soon.



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