Unleash the virtual confetti. This is post number 300. Woo hoo.
Okay, celebration over. Cut it. Return the llamas and clowns. End of party.
Instead of cake, how about some random thoughts on blogging?
Thanks to everyone who visits. Without you I would have quit this damn thing a long time ago. Maybe I should be angry at you for making me do this. It’s all your fault. Do you know how much television I could have watched?
Let’s see . . . 2 to 4 hours per post, sometimes more. Average 3 hours. 300 posts. 900 HOURS? I could have watched Road House 450 times! Am I mad in the head?
Yes. Yes, I am.
From the “This I know to be true” department: I suck at self-promotion.
I’m torn between having fewer readers I like or having a large audience of people I don’t know because that’s what you’re supposed to do as a blogger. I’ve chosen a contrarian strategy and sometimes think about going dark with my blog and having no readers.
Yes, I would miss you – except my two pals in England (you know who you are, troublemakers).
Why am I blogging? I ask that question a lot. I know I started it for my daughter, but I can’t answer it anymore. Why try to define it now?
It is. I am.
Department of “illogic”: I can write 300 blog posts, but I can’t write a novel.
This I don’t understand.
But then writing blog posts is a 1,000 times more fun than writing novel chapters. Especially when you’re writing after a full day of work where you get paid to write.
At night with blurry eyes, it’s all about writing what I want to write.
I feel good about all of the posts. I took them seriously, put a lot of effort into them.
Am I happy with them? No.
Did any of them turn out the way I thought they would? No.
But the magnificent Bono once said he’s not satisfied with most U2 songs. So, I feel better. Not really.
One day I’ll nail one of these posts, but don’t bet on it.
I never know which posts will draw reactions. I’ve spent days on some. Gone late into the night and thought, “I’VE DONE IT. I’VE FINALLY WRITTEN A DECENT POST.”
Then I hit “publish” thinking I’ll see comments in the morning. Nothing. Zero. The sound of outer space.
Having an eclectic blog sounded good in theory. Readers come and go. I talk about the dogs, I get dog readers. I talk about CF, my CF friends chime in. Politics, everyone splits. I’m not sure writing about various subjects builds a large, consistent readership. One subject seems the way to go.
I should write a cooking blog. I don’t cook. Kiss that idea goodbye.
I wonder if three blogs is the answer – keep the subject matter consistent for each blog. Too much work.
Why subscribers should always read the blog post at the web site: Typos.
How many times have I hit “publish” thinking I fixed all of the typos? A lot.
Then, after one more read, I find another. Typo. Argh. Typo. Argh. Typo. Oh, Hell.
From the “best laid plans” department: My goal is to write only short posts and funny posts. My apologies for the 299 posts* that weren’t either.
(*My friend, Karyn of Australia, wrote a funny one for me. The other 299 are my responsibility. Send any complaints to Sean and Matt Smythington, 555 Bite Me Lane, Cleethorpes, England, 98YurAss573t)
I miss Fox.