Once upon a time I decided it would be a good idea to sell stuff on eBay. Over time I learned what would sell and what wouldn't. Some things were worth the time to sell, others weren't. As I got better at this eBay thing I began to branch out. People were soon coming to me with their stuff to sell on eBay.
This was both good and bad.
Some people brought me wonderful, salable stuff that was worth my time. But way and away the majority of the stuff wasn't worth much to me. It might take me 10 minutes to research and list an item and I'd make 32 cents. It didn't take me long to realize this wasn't worth my time.
Now my own stuff was a different story. On the same thing that listing for someone else I'd make a buck if I was lucky, I'd make $4-$5 for myself. Now that was worth 10 minutes of my time.
But eBay is addictive. Easily as addictive as blogging. I'd find myself sitting for the last 20 minutes of an auction and counting down. I'd put my cursor over the "watchers" and chant, "Bid, bid, bid."
Then I had a baby and she became a toddler. Pretty soon I wasn't selling stuff on eBay anymore, but nobody knew. People were still bringing me bags and boxes of their stuff. Wendell would find "deals" and buy them. We filled one closet with stuff and there it has sat for over a year.
I have returned some things to their owners with my apologies. Everything else, I'm now trying to list again. And you see how my blogging is lagging. That's cuz I'm over on eBay again chanting, "Bid, bid, bid."