This is my one-hundredth post. To some of the bloggers I follow, that would be ho-hum. The way they pump posts out, that could have been accomplished in a couple of months. It has taken me ten months to get this far. I started slow, then tapered off.
I knew I wasn’t ever going to set the world on fire literately. In fact, when I started, I wondered if I would attract any readers other than the few bloggers I had been bedevilling with comments on their posts. Like other aspects of my life, I later found that I was doing the right things by instinct, to attract readers and followers. Seldom able to keep my mouth shut, or my fingers still, I went further and further afield and made comments on a variety of blogs. I later read from WordPress, that this is a good way to attract followers. I’ve never actually been told to mind my own business, although there have been a couple of curt and dismissive responses.
I try not to antagonise anyone on their home turf, even when I disagree with them. That’s not a problem with my core group. For as much as we are all different, it is intriguing, how much we are the same.
I sit safely in the *average* slot, as far as bloggers go. I visit other sites which have only a couple of followers and often several consecutive posts, before anyone makes a comment. I’m not a Byronic Man, a BrainRants or a Madame Weebles, with hundreds, or thousands of followers, and a comment thread like a papyrus scroll. I have managed to acquire almost 60 followers, a small cloud of *likes* on each post, and intelligent, insightful and supportive comments from a nice bunch of folks. More ho-hum, but I’m closing in on 4000 hits.
I only post every two to four days, so my normal daily readership runs from ten to forty. My best day was 71 hits, and that was for a little throw-away acceptance speech for a blog award. I’m not worried by it, but I am perplexed that, after ten months on the WordPress scene, I recently had two days, just over a week apart, when no-one came to visit. I’ve had onesies and twosies, but I really got lonely a couple of times. I had to go bug some other bloggers.
Bloggers disappear from the scene all the time. I’m sure some of them are like me; they have a limited number of things they wish to post about and just run out of ideas. My wife recently commented that the number of letters-to-the-editor I submit has dropped. Of course, six to eight op/ed pieces a year don’t add much when the blog count hits a hundred. I still write down potential post themes when one penetrates my thick skull. I know I’ll get to my anniversary blog, but may have to space my posts out a bit more.
I’m not a rabid numerologist. I get a kick out of catching my digital watch at 3:33:33, or 11:11:11, or 12:34:56, but I’m enough of a realist to know that blog number 100 really is no more special than number 99 or 101. It is a small milestone that I am happy to have reached, with the support of my select little cadre of readers and followers.
I’m typing one-handed right now. No! Not because I’ve been viewing porn. I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder, patting myself on the back for getting this far. I’ve had four blog awards thrust upon me, but that’s like contracting mono. There are so many awards drifting around at any one time, you’d have to be a blog-virgin not to get at least one, but it is nice to know that I am noticed and appreciated.
I just visited aFrankangle’s blog, and was treated to a large dose of reality. It was tempered with a small platter of pleasure. I got to Frank’s site just in time to see his 1000th post. I have got soooo far to go. Frank also revealed that my grumpy American curmudgeon counterpart, the much respected, and until now, blogless, John Erickson, slipped and has finally fallen into the blog pool. It’s thyme to visit the sage of Ohio at www.windycitywonderer.wordpress.com.
To all who have tolerated me, taught me, led me, and even encouraged me, I give again, a huge thank-you. Since I have to live so much inside my head, it is pleasant to have such nice neighbors.
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