For some bloggers, it’s all about the numbers: how many hits, how many subscribers, how many conversions (whatever the hell they are), and so on. They’ll look at the graphs, tweak their site, and then look at the graphs again to make sure the numbers are going up. Or down, possibly.
I’m not one of those people. I couldn’t care less about the numbers, and only look at the graphs to make sure my blog hasn’t flatlined. (I hope it never does, because I’d have no idea where to place the paddles.)
But I did notice a drop yesterday. Not a big one, but enough to make me wonder what caused it. And so I re-read yesterday’s post.
It’s not a bad piece (in my opinion, anyway). It’s reasonably funny (again, in my opinion). It has a nice structure, and I think the ending works.
But it shouldn’t be here.
When I set up this blog, I decided not to include any humour pieces. They would go somewhere else, and I even set up a separate web site especially for them. (I also set up a third site for my writing and editing stuff. I’ll let you know when they’re up and running.) Those sites will be about what I do.
But this site is about who I am.
This is where I talk about my dreams, my fears, my goals, my ambitions, my successes, and my failures. I hope I can look back through the posts one day and say, “So that’s how I got where I am today”. (It sounds so much nicer than, “So this is where everything went pear-shaped”.)
So what happened yesterday? Well, by the time I fired up the word processor I was pretty much wiped out—mentally and emotionally. And I should have just written that, pressed ‘Publish’, and gone to bed. But after rattling on about averages and word counts a week or so ago I felt I’d be letting everyone down if I didn’t produce my 400-odd words.
So I took the easy way out and wrote a humour piece. It really had nothing to do with my life, but it added another 400 words to my word count. And it was funny, so who cares, right?
I care. Not because the numbers went down (or was it up?), but because people came here expecting me to “keep it real”, and went away disappointed. And I hate disappointing people.
So no more humour pieces, at least not here. I’ll get back to talking about my dreams, my goals, and all the other stuff going on in my life. It may not always be 400 words, or even 40. But it will be real.