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There comes a point in every artist’s life when they realize that art alone probably isn’t enough.

It usually happens on a peaceful Tuesday afternoon.

You’re sitting in front of your computer, looking at your work, and thinking:

“This turned out pretty well.”

Then five minutes later:

“Nobody can see it.”

And that’s when you enter the wonderful world of internet visibility.

Because here, the question isn’t whether you can actually do something.

It’s whether you can build a system around it.

Build a System

First of all, you need a website.

Put everything on it.

Who you are.
What you do.
Why you do it.
What you’ve made.
Where people can buy it.
Where people can read it.
Where people can follow you.

Then you need a blog.

Because if you don’t have a blog, how is Google supposed to know that you are a serious, valuable person who actually exists on the internet?

Write.

Write regularly.

Write interesting things.

Write useful things.

Write about what you do.

Write about how you do it.

Write about what it feels like to do it.

Write about what it feels like to write about what it feels like to do it.

Eventually, even you won’t know why you’re writing.

But that’s okay.

The system is working.

Then comes Pinterest.

Create pins.

Make the image good.

Make the title good.

Make the description good.

Have keywords.

Have a link.

Pinterest will send people to your blog.

The blog will send them to your website.

The website will send them to your sales platform.

And the sales platform…

Well.

Nobody has made it there yet.

But technically, everything is connected.

And that’s important.

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Then Comes Tumblr

Because why not?

If you already have content, use it somewhere else too.

Turn the blog into a post.

Turn the post into a Pinterest pin.

Turn the pin into a Tumblr post.

Turn the Tumblr post into something else.

Turn that something into something that leads back to the blog.

From the blog back to the website.

From the website to the sales page.

From the sales page…

nothing.

Silence.

But the link works.

That’s the important part.

And Then There’s Wattpad

Because of course you need to be there too.

Not necessarily because everyone is going to find your work there.

But because, somehow, the internet has developed this strange idea that if a creator isn’t present on at least twelve different platforms, they basically don’t exist.

So there you are.

On Pinterest.

On Tumblr.

On Wattpad.

On your blog.

On your website.

On your sales platform.

And somewhere inside a forgotten Google account, there’s also an Analytics code occasionally confirming that you still exist.

Everything is connected.

This isn’t even a website anymore.

It’s an ecosystem.

A digital food chain.

A huge, carefully designed internet circulation system.

You upload an image.

The image goes to Pinterest.

Pinterest sends it to the blog.

The blog sends it to the website.

The website sends it to the sales page.

And the sales page…

waits.

And of Course, There’s the Sandbox

Because there’s one more tiny problem.

The internet doesn’t let everyone out of the same cage.

If you have a free domain, for example, you can easily end up in the digital sandbox.

We don’t know exactly what happens there.

Probably algorithms sit around a table and decide whether you are worthy of being taken seriously by the internet.

I have a free WordPress blog, for example.

That means my blog exists.

Technically.

It’s just that the great internet universe is still saying:

“Cute. But stay in the sandbox.”

And there I sit.

In the sandbox.

I have a blog.

I have content.

I have a website.

I have Pinterest.

I have Tumblr.

I have Wattpad.

I have a sales platform.

Everything is connected.

But I’m still sitting in the sandbox with a plastic shovel.

And then you discover that there is a solution.

Links.

Of course.

How could we not have thought of that earlier?

Links.

The more places that link to your blog, the better.

So now you’re not just creating content.

You’re collecting links.

Pinterest should link to the blog.

Tumblr should link to the blog.

Wattpad should link to the blog.

Your website should link to the blog.

Your sales page should link to the blog.

The blog should link back to everything.

And suddenly everything is pointing everywhere.

At some point, you don’t even know what’s happening anymore.

You’re just standing in the middle of the internet, surrounded by arrows pointing in every direction.

Blog → Pinterest.

Pinterest → Blog.

Blog → Website.

Website → Shop.

Shop → Blog.

Tumblr → Blog.

Wattpad → Blog.

Blog → Tumblr.

You → Blog.

Blog → You.

LINK.

LINK.

LINK.

THE LINK IS GOD

And this is where something happens.

You’re no longer simply using a marketing tool.

A religion develops.

The Religion of the Link.

The link is God.

Links are the sacred veins.

A backlink is proof of higher existence.

Google is the unknown deity floating above you, deciding whether you are worthy of grace.

And you pray.

Not in the morning.

Not at night.

In front of Google Search Console.

“Oh, great algorithm.

Look down upon me.

Look at this page.

Look at this content.

Look at this wonderful little blog I built entirely by myself.”

And then you hold up the sacrifice.

A new link.

“Accept this.”

Then another one.

“Please.”

Another one.

“Here’s this one too.”

And another.

“Love me.”

The link shines.

Because the link is good.

The link is pure.

The link is sacred.

The link connects.

The link sends people onward.

The link shows the way.

THE LINK IS THE WAY.

And when you have no idea where else to put a link, you create another page just so there’s somewhere else to put a link.

This is no longer marketing.

This is liturgy.

And Now Wait

Because once you’ve built everything, there’s nothing else to do.

You have to wait.

Wait a little.

Google is indexing.

Pinterest is learning.

The algorithm is watching.

The system is processing the data.

And the world is slowly preparing itself to possibly notice, at some distant point in the future, that you uploaded something.

Don’t worry.

This is normal.

Keep going.

Write another blog post.

Create five more pins.

Upload something to Tumblr.

Update Wattpad.

Put new work on your sales platform.

Connect everything.

Optimize.

Measure.

Analyze.

And if you’re unsure:

add another link.

Because the link is God.

And the links are watching.

Wait Some More

After a while, you start to get suspicious.

Maybe the title is wrong.

You change it.

Maybe the keyword is wrong.

You change it.

Maybe there isn’t enough content.

You write more.

Maybe there’s too much.

You try less.

Maybe you’re not consistent enough.

You become more consistent.

Maybe the algorithm didn’t understand.

You explain it.

Very patiently.

As if you were explaining to a slightly stupid but well-meaning dog:

“Look, algorithm. I make book covers.”

The algorithm stares.

No reaction.

“This is a book cover.”

Nothing.

“I have a blog too.”

Silence.

“And I have lots of links.”

The algorithm slowly turns away.

And there you are.

In the sandbox.

With the plastic shovel.

Holding a link in your hand.

And praying.

Love Me, Algorithm

Maybe this is the strangest part of internet visibility.

You don’t necessarily have to perform a new miracle every single day.

Sometimes you simply have to keep showing up.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Show that you’re here.

That you create.

That you haven’t disappeared.

That you’re still making things.

That you’re still writing.

That you’re still uploading.

That the strange little universe you built around yourself still exists.

And while you’re doing all that, you wait.

Because maybe the internet doesn’t hate you.

Maybe it just hasn’t decided whether it loves you yet.

Give it time.

Feed it content.

Give it links.

Don’t check on it too often.

Don’t ask every five minutes:

“Do you love me now?”

That would just be awkward for both of you.

Go make something instead.

Upload it.

Connect it.

Write about it.

Put it on Pinterest.

Put it on Tumblr.

Put it on Wattpad.

Put it on your sales platform.

Add another link.

Then another.

And another.

Then sit back.

And wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Maybe one day the system will look at you.

Scratch its head.

Lick its paw.

Contemplate its life choices.

Look down at the sandbox.

Spot you.

Spot your links.

Spot the countless connected pages.

And say:

“Fine. Maybe we can show this person to someone now.”

And that’s when everything begins.

Or it doesn’t.

But at least you have a system.

And a lot of links.

Glory to the link.

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