I am finally getting the "hang" of writing on Helium; although it is a daily struggle, things seem to be going pretty well for me here, I have made $ 7.41 so far and at this rate I will be able to retire when I am 342 years old. The best part of writing and rating is the humor section; let's face it, I am a hysterically funny person; at least I thought I was until I was rated and my articles zoomed to the bottom of the pile(s). I do write on other subjects, but they all end up to be humorous and I get the apologetic "story will be deleted" emails because I am off subject.
At first I was overwhelmed with the rating process; I wrote and published my first article and "boom" the rating page came up. I told myself "I can do this," and began to rate, and rate, and rate. Stories and poems kept popping up, they did not stop; then, after a solid day of rating with no food or water, my computer froze and I had to restart. The rating page was gone "hooray!" I wrote another article the next day, and here came the rating page, I hit the off switch on my computer. Finally I went to the Helium rules and help pages and found out I could actually quit rating after two or three without having to restart my computer and as long as I was consistent, I would build rating stars and earn money. "Oh wow, I will get stars and make money," I thought. The Helium disease had taken over and I was writing and rating like a pro (maybe not a pro, but my interest was definitely perked).
Some of my articles would zoom to the top and others would stay in the middle, then some would go up and down like a roller coaster. I am pretty sure the ones in the middle went to the "dead article office" and no one read them; and even when I would leap-frog them, they never moved. Oh well, I won't cry over spilled milk, I will just keep plugging on and write something new. I love to test my articles and put links to them on Facebook; this way my friends could relate to my hobby and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Of course none of my friends were the least bit interested in what I had to say and have deleted me from their "news feed." They didn't at first, but when I started posting two and three times a day and hogging all their space, they decided I was no longer their friend.
Even my husband is giving me the cold-shoulder lately; I will announce that I just published another article, "Here is the hard-copy for you to enjoy!" He jumps up and runs out the door with his two fore-fingers together as a cross facing me to ward off the "writing demon." "But honey," I cry after him, "This one is really funny, and I will earn stars and real money; we'll be able to retire in a little over 300 years!"