When I found out that some blogger can pay their rent with their passion… I wanted the same. I like being in the center of attention and I like talking about myself, often and a lot.
Getting paid for this has to be the dream.
The first step into the right direction seems to become and have a successful blog.
You’ve probably been caught by the title because you want to gain fame overnight. Or at least find out why you haven’t already. Well to be honest, your entries are trash.
Don’t worry! Everything can change. I put some effort into this and dug through the depths of the internet. One of the first tips, any semi-good advice blog offers is about length. Ideally are about 1000 words, and even better is the combination of many words with simple syntax, since not all your readers are the brightest kind. It’s also important to choose a title with some kind of promise, to gain your reader’s curiosity. You don’t have to come back to fulfilling the promise within your entry. As I said, the reader isn’t the smartest anyways – to the blogger’s profit. Again don’t worry – I’ll talk about this entries promise for once.
Then, everyone tells you that SEO is more important than well written texts with deeper value.SEO = Search Engine Optimization
In conclusion: try using as many words as possible that could be looked up by a potential reader, at least once per entry and ideally discreetly within the sentence blogger, germanblogger, fashionvictim, howtogetsuccessful, idontwantanormaljob, ionlyblogforthemoney, wherearethesponsors. We want to reach as many readers as possible. Better safe than sorry.
Another tip that I want to get close to you is to blog in English! That’s how you reach a much bigger audience. And don’t worry if all you know is your rusty high school English. As we’ve well established, our readers aren’t the most intellectually privileged.
Word count: 339
Shit. At least I could include some good keywords…
I adjust the tulle skirt. “As if that old sod knows anything,” I murmur to myself and stalk up a bunch of old tires on the junk yard – in my high heels. Moments ago, a worker warned me that I might not be wearing best climbing boots. While I am looking for something to hold onto, the fat jelly is pushing me up – hands on my butt. Elegant is different, but I somehow manage to make it look like it was on most pictures.
Many of you tell me, that you’d like to shoot with me sometime. That’s so sweet and kind, but if you knew! So I figured, I’d describe you a typical shooting day. It’s Sunday, and while others are still snuggling up in bed, I run to my balcony every five minutes to check on the weather like a crazy person. It’s cold, really cold and there’s a pile of clothes waiting to be shot. With the phone in my hand I’m trying to direct the fat jelly about where and when we’re meeting up. There’s three cities (!) to choose from. After having a slight plan, I’m finally starting to prepare myself. Sitting on the ground for an hour, to braid some kind of complicated hair do. “Nice look”, I think. “Nice landing strip”, my sister’s bird thinks. So to conclude, it takes about an hour to get a nice braided hair look and incredible 20 seconds to destroy it! Thanks!
When we finally make it to the first location – a usually empty industrial area – it’s packed with people. There are basically never flea markets in Cologne, never. Only, when I try to take photos. And even worse, my location is suddenly gone. Not there anymore… While I’m cursing and madly changing my clothes in the car, the fat jelly is running around looking for a new location. And I can tell you, putting on a monster of tulle, while muttering every known curse word, all within a narrow car, comes pretty close to the work of an Escape Artist. After I got more or minder dressed, we RUN to the improvised location, because at this time of the year there’s only about two hours of sun.
So we run, an activity that makes me struggle even in normal clothing. Every time this sporty motivation comes along, I have to wait five minutes until this fit passes, every time I crawl up the stairs to my apartment I’m almost suffocating. Physical training comes close to a near-death experience… and no, that’s not taken in slow-motion, that’s just how I run!
The location, a small junk yard, and I’m in love. Sometimes even bad situations have something good to offer. And almost frozen to death, I am more than happy with how the pictures turned out.
I often notice how much I enjoy reading these kinds of entries by my colleagues. And one might only guess how little you actually know about me, the person behind this blog. So I spent an evening laughing with my sister, gathering the most useless, senseless, funny and hopefully new facts about me. Though facts seem a little too pretentious. Let’s call it “stuff”. Here’s 25 times stuff about me.
1.
My name is not actually “Amely Rose”. My real name doesn’t even get close to that. Though even some of my most beloved people call me that and I accidentally registered myself in a course at uni like that. Oops!
2.
I do not own a single pair of pants. Not one!
3.
I love bread. So much, that I once got a giant XXL loaf for my birthday… that I had to carry back home on the train, and therefore happily shared with the fellow commuters.
4.
I already had the same piercing three times at the same spot. (And even the third ended up being taken out again. Now guess who is planning on getting the next piercing for the fourth time, at the same spot, again.)
5.
I like laying tarot cards before making important decisions and even plan my business after what the cards show me. I direct my life (diet, decisions, projects, …) following the moon cycle and believe in runes. I sometimes even draw them like art onto my body.
6.
When I was 23, I founded my first company. A business that is still successful.
7.
My cat Catwalk and I have a complicated relationship. He is my son and my lover at the same time. It’s tricky. Oh and by the way, I talk to him in a sweet cat voice and I’m convinced that if he talked, he’d sound like Lawrence Fishburnes (Morpheus in Matrix) German synchronization voice.
9.
Everyone probably has this one word you use over and over again. Mine was “gross”, which I had to get rid of because it made a friend cry. (I said her outfit was… well you know.)
10.
When I was a teenager, I had 11 (!) pet worms. Like, regular rain worms that I kept at home. But when I couldn’t find “Wurmi #11” anymore I had to get rid of the entire bunch.
11.
I believe in Arithmancy, ghosts, oracles… and I’m relating to anything mystical. I always carry at least one button oracle, one pendulum, one set of tarot cards and one spiritual guide in every bag. And everyone stares at me when I use the oracle on the train.
12.
Speaking of trains – I always have an alibi-book with me, that says “Satanism” on the cover. When I don’t feel like having someone sitting next to me, I’ll whip it out and I promise, nobody dares to come near me.
13.
I moved about a year ago and I still don’t own a bed. I sleep on a bare mattress laying on the ground.
14.
If I didn’t become a blogger, I’d have started working for Astro TV.
15.
While others have an erogenous zone, I have an erogenous word. It’s “Cello”.
16.
In films and TV shows, I always find the oldest, most hopeless men attractive. Keep your Jon Snows and Zac Efrons… I’ll take the old dudes! All of them!
17.
One of my favorite hobbies is buildering. It’s where you climb on top of buildings and get a huge kick of adrenaline.
18.
My biggest fear used to be Count von Count from Sesame Street. Well, I stand corrected. He IS. My biggest fear IS Count von Count from Sesame Street.
19.
I am probably the biggest Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings fan. I listen to the audio books on a daily basis and I’d love to be friends with Cold Mirror, though I don’t have the slightest idea how to befriend him.
20.
I have the sense of orientation of a frying pan. Even though I grew up in Cologne and spent 23 of my life in this city, the only thing I recognize and that helps me for direction is the Dom. And even that isn’t very reliable.
21.
I have a compulsion to touch! Meaning that there are structures that make me calm when I touch them. And there are structures that I have to touch, because I wouldn’t find peace if I didn’t. And then there are strangers whose bald heads I have to tap when I’m wasted.
22.
I have a snuggle blanket that I simply cannot sleep without. But like you say: “every girl needs its puppy.”
23.
I already had the weirdest photo shoots. Withtarantulas,a poison dart frog,constrictors,on fields of Sulfur (you’ll get to see this series soon), in a henhouse, was a Zombie…2 times,surrounded by glaciers (you get to see this series soon), sat on an airplane wrack,I even tried some Cosplays, in a dogs hut, with a sword,being lit on fire… I even got an electric shot during one of my photo series. When I think about it, I’ve been shocked more than once. Be careful with the job you choose!
24.
I can play the harmonica.
25.
I am a pathologic liar, especially when it comes to musical instruments.