Oh the pressure! Best make it a good one then.
Christ woman. It’s 3am.
Let’s just get it out-of-the-way and move on, shall we?
Should I try to say something…profound?
But there’s probably no need.
If you’re reading this, the chances are that you already know far more than I do about the blogosphere.
So instead, I’m just going to do what bloggers do best.
Spoiler alert: Be self-indulgent and reflect.
You know ~ on that new-age-old debate about how blogging is brilliant; but how it can also be pretty bleak.
The mystery of why some posts do well, whilst others bomb.
On how best to attract and engage followers.
Or how to attain that elusive Freshly Pressed status.
And whether any of it should matter a jot if you’re truly writing for yourself.
Spoiler alert: No, but yes.
There have been a million posts penned on all of the above this year alone.
And annoyingly, having been sucked in to reading pretty much all of them, I’m still none the wiser.
I remember in my first month of being a blogger, I got four views.
I’m still not sure how I achieved four.
They may well just have been me, myself and I.
I had no Twitter and was so terrified that friends and acquaintances would discover what I was up to that I barely even dropped a search tag in.
It felt like a dirty little secret, fraught with the possibility of ridicule from the real people in my life.
The post itself was utter magnolia, sweet and toothless. Not me. But I needed to start somewhere to make that first tiny little squeak into the abyss.
It was exhilarating. Battery draining. Ultimately crushing. But I had done it!
Today, almost 2 years on, my stats tell me I have 2,040 followers.
Sometimes my posts snarl. And that is me.
This is a liquorice all sorts kinda place. It took about six months to find my voice, yet I still feel like a rookie. I don’t think I have a genre, but perhaps you would disagree.
I don’t like to set up rules around here.
The funny thing is, I still almost never tell people that I have a blog. To most, I’m “just” a SAHM. But running a blog can be a serious addiction.
I guess on the plus side, relative anonymity means less fear about upsetting or offending the many morons I meet along my way.
Many of these people end up featuring here – either embodied factually or fictionally.
Ooh. Imagine if they found out…
Whilst modest in the grand scheme of blogging, my follower numbers amaze me. They are also a source of great frustration, mainly because there’s still the odd day where my page views net out at a big fat zero.
How can that be?
Admittedly, on the occasions this happens, it’s usually when I’m not on top of my game: either posting infrequently (because I have nothing to say), or at odd times of the day or night (when the urge to scream hits me and I just can’t resist hitting publish on my rawest emotions).
And then it’s like everyone is asleep.
The longest silence.
Sometimes, I think my rashest posts are my best. Other times, I enter a shame spiral.
Either way, I will never press delete once a post is out there.
Self-censorship sucks. But I have held back, just once.
I’m biding my time.
There are other times when I will sit on a draft and edit for days, but not often.
I think I need to get better at that.
But I don’t always want to read your perfect. Sometimes I just want you, being you. Warts and all.
My lack of routine is partly because I’m sceptical that there is a magic formula for achieving stellar heights.
Many of the WordPress megastars would disagree with me on this, I’m certain.
They are the founding mothers and fathers of online journaling and so of course they have a gazillion followers and are great at what they do.
Many also dole out lazy blogging advice, that doesn’t work, for their hits.
And, the more time we spend reading these virtual myths on methodology, the less time we spend reading and writing the good, creative stuff.
Guilty as charged.
Personally, I prefer quirky, less mainstream blogs because I love to interact on a more human level with other writers.
But then, were I wandering around aimlessly trying to make friends at a rock concert, finding quality kinship could be tricky too.
And let’s face it, we would all choose fame if opportunity knocked.
Many of the big guns also swear by publishing to a set weekly schedule.
In fact, this is probably the #1 bit of advice I see on my travels through the undergrowth in Reader.
By the by, I never notice when I’m reading if others publish to a schedule, even the best of the best of you.
Therefore I don’t think I believe in it as a strategy.
Ergo, my destiny is probably that of David to Goliath forevermore.
Don’t shoot me, but I’ve always felt that there’s a certain arrogance in the unspoken assumption that we’re all just sitting about waiting for those scheduled twice weekly offerings to hit our boxes or we’ll go cold turkey.
Unless you’re hosting a weekly linky or something, that is.
That’s why I’m just going to press publish on this.
Nonsense or not.
A quick obligatory welcome to new followers (I hope this post doesn’t scare you away) and thanks to you longer standing/suffering ones.
Here’s to the next century!