I got an interesting comment on my previous post, about the day’s successes. Go read, I’ll wait.
On one hand, it never occurred to me to “trade blog” past the point where trading was a decoration to my day that warranted relation here. So the notion that someone would find or seek to find this stuff useful isn’t really one I thought about.
But it leaves me in this fairly strange position.
After years of reading and about 9-12 months of exceptionally successful swing trading (wherein you maintain positions for short but usually multi-day terms, 3 days to 3 weeks ish) I thought that was going to be what I would be doing.
Somewhere in the back of my head though I know that I’m a remarkably twitchy fellow and that I have a temperament which just might be very well suited towards day trading which is a whole different beast.
Day trading, especially on a primarily technical-analysis basis, is very chart driven. It looks from the outside like completely random black magic. Frankly if you believe it thus, then trying to engage in the practice will lead you to predictable ruin.
I’ve found myself scalping three and four minute moves to the tune of $0.20 per share and being very successful at it.
But as for the specifics on what leads me to a particular equity and the formative criteria that rings the “buy now” bell in my head…
…well, you’ll have to just make your best guess. I’m putting enough pressure on these things in their given timespan with the volumes I’m trading to actually move price. It would be fundamentally detrimental for me to share my criteria.
But I’m a beginner at this level of microtrading, so I might have that wrong. I’m rather inclined to share my thoughts (really, ask anyone whom I’ve been able to corner) and so the notion that this can become a useful resource for other people is an intriguing one; though I’ll have to dip my toe in gently as far as what I feel comfortable about and what would constitute tipping my hand.
“Besides, I’ve been through too much over this case already to just go and hand it over to your dumb ass.”
This is all an amazing process I’ve got to say. I’ve paid more attention to what I’ve been doing in the last week and a half than I have had any reason to in the previous ten years of professional life combined.
So no, there will be no ‘retreat to safety.’ I will never work in a cubicle again. No more fluorescent lights. No more pretending to give a rat’s ass about how the company performs. No more cell phone calls at odd hours by delusional jackasses who are laboring under some misunderstanding that they might have some leverage over me.
That’s not to say I’m afraid to fail. I do have the contingency outline roughly drawn in my head. But only roughly.
Because it’s not going to happen.