My Hubpages Story

 After 10 months of being on Hubpages, I have greatly enjoyed writing on this platform and plan to continue writing. My progress has not been as great as a lot of others, but I feel like my success is a middle of the road story that many more can relate to.

I have not written hundreds of hubs, as I intend to, and I'm even striving to just reach 5 hubs a month. I'm a busy man, I have a wife, I have bills, I have a full time job, and I go to school as well. I consider all of those things, except the bills, a blessing so I will not complain, but I think many people are in this situation. I have a huge respect for the members that can crank out 200 hubs in just a few months, but many of us cannot do that. For those people, here is my real life hub story... told as a western.  Let us begin:

 There was a new villain in town, and his name was Google Adsense, sounds German. Anyways, we'd heard stories about this Google fella, everyone has, but the scary thing is that Google knew us too. Google was always putting flyers up all over the place, anywhere he wanted, and some accused him of not paying very well. I didn't pay much mind to it until one day I opened up my door to see a flyer posted to it and a couple of cents tossed at my doorstep. I picked up these pennies, but I wasn't happy.

I knew of only one person that could be this insidious. It was Google himself. So I marched to the base of Mount Web and began my slow ascent up. Hiding behind a boulder I could see Mr. Google peeking. I called out to him and held up his flyer "What's this all about? You only gave me a few cents for this!" and Mr. Google yelled back "You live on a dead street! You only deserved a few cents. If you want more money then you better move elsewhere!" I tried to continue climbing the mountain but I got tired. So I headed back.

 I immediately contacted the Mayor, Mr. Paige and I said to him "Hub, this fella is putting his flyers up everywhere and many aren't getting paid very well at all! He told me today that I lived on a dead street and didn't deserve good pay! If he is putting stuff on my house then I darn well better be getting my money's worth!" Mayor Hubert Paige replied "Then why not beat him at his own game? He said you lived on a dead street and you didn't deserve higher pay. Why not liven your street up and see if he's a man of his word. After all, our opinion of him is only based on rumors we've heard.

Not being one to be discouraged easily I walked up to the saloon as I figured at this time that Mr. Adsense would be there enjoying a drink or two.  I kicked open the saloon doors, I walked up to the table that Google Adsense was sitting at and I looked it square in the eyes and asked "Do you feel lucky? Well, do you punk?" He asked what I was talking about and I glared as I moved these words passed my gritting teeth "I'm going to liven up my street, I'm going to make it the busiest street in town, and you will pay me Google Adsense, and you will pay me dearly."  Google laughed in my face sending a mist of whiskey into my eyes like little fireballs.  This will be the last time Google laughed in my face.

Nothing lights a fire under your butt like having whiskey in your eyes, so I ran home and I began sprucing things up. I swept off my front porch and I tidied up my shrubs. Some of my neighbors saw what was going on and they started doing it too! We worked for months making things on that street look nice! We noticed more people were coming around for the scenery and by the 10 month mark we were all sick of working so we rolled out some barrels of rum, and let down our hair. Before we knew it some of the town musicians showed up for a drink, and they brought their instruments too! With great music in the background, a newly cleaned up street, and a bunch of good company we had a huge town shindig!

There was laughing and dancing, and people showed up from all over. The street went from dead to brimming with life! And from down the street I saw Mr. Google walking. Slapping flyers on doors and throwing money on the ground. He didn't look happy, and it looks like it was because he was throwing down more money than he used to. He got to my door and he slapped up three flyers but I heard nothing hitting my porch. He had stiffed me. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. and he turned around with a stern look that could break a mirror.

We stood toe to toe and nose to nose, and I said "My streets no longer dead, and you're still going to stiff me on my pay?" His stern look broke and a smile came across his face as he asked "What do you mean stiffed?" "I didn't hear any money get thrown on my porch!" "That's because paper money doesn't make much sound."

"I was shocked. There was a $50.00 bill sitting on my porch! $50 bucks! Wahoo!" I gave Mr. Adsense a hug and said "You really are a man of your word!" and he replied "You just needed to spruce some things up and get people moving down your street, and now look what you have done!"

After 10 months, I finally got to a meaningful amount of money stored up from Mr. Google. $53.00! Not a lot for 10 months of work, but it's a start. Now I just need to earn another $47.00. The local bank only allows an account to be opened with $100.00!