I met a man. On the Internet. He told his story eloquently through pixels. I started following him. But not literally. He branched out. One day his story exploded. I could relate. It happened to me once with a Rant!
I was pondering recently whether blogging is like an inner voice writing in a diary or that of a self-centered narcissist. These thoughts occurred to me when I was checking the inside statistics on both my blogs and analyzing about why people stop in or don’t.Also analyzing why I stop in to see the stats and how much or whether it really matters.
In my first review of blogging at Broke those rules I reflected on several aspects of privacy. I guess I could call this post blogging level 202 with a focus on the readers. Who is stopping in to read about opinions, projects, random ramblings, travel, haikus and photos? Random people, friends, pixel sharing men (and women) and my close circle.m? The inside dashboard shows me the countries, the number of readers and how they got there; ie. via Facebook, email, Twitter, etc.. It would appear to me that the intro sentence and the photo are a huge draw as is the title; which strangely enough can be difficult to conjure up. I feel that I am not as connected to the reader as I’d like to be as statistics don’t tell the whole story.
I follow a few fellow bloggers and would love a look at some of their inner statistics. My young colleague who was working over in Ethiopia had a tremendous amount of comments per post. Like an insane amount but perhaps that is just jealousy speaking! She is also way funnier than I am. It feels like pulling teeth to get much in the way of comments on this blog. I find that our www.eatonseager.wordpress.com blog almost always gets comments; perhaps because people are blown away by how slightly crazy some of our projects are. One of the blogs that I follow has actually stepped into the sponsorship mode and often does reviews or plugs a product. I have no idea how you get that gig but I’d be a pretty good for a paint company!
Speaking of statistics I’m going through a down turn right now because it turns out that if you don’t write readers don’t read it. It’s pretty much that simple. I occasionally have someone wander in and read a swack load of posts all in one day and I figure they either have insomnia or are waiting in the ER and have nothing better to do. Unless I turn up the heat on writing this will be my smallest year yet but do keep in mind that the first year had the mini viral hit and that skewed the numbers in a huge way. The Haiti trip certainly helped with this current year. 2015 was strong strictly based on how often I wrote.
These are some of the jazillion things I think about as I walk. Living in the “now” is vital to my mental health and more important than the phone/internet/camera. They don’t supersede enjoying the present and being engaged in my life. I’m happy to share my perspective and always appreciative when folks stop in to read and connect.