Every year just after Christmas I feel refreshed and ready to face the world and a blank monitor with a flashing cursor. I like to write; also, I love to read about writing. Overall, I’d probably say I read more about the process of writing than I do plopping words down onto the page. I’m not sure what this says about me other than perhaps, I’m not a writer.
Getting back to it, at least for now, Christmas passes, and I’m fat, content, and ready to do something with my life again (other than eating chocolates and turkey). And off I go, like a wind-up mouse, attempting a new writing challenge.
Post to your blog, they say; keep posting every week, they say and eventually, you’ll get to the point where your readership starts to build. This is my inherent problem; I’m not consistent in my output. They are right, not in so much as I can prove they’re right because I’ve been consistent, and you’re the ten thousand and fifty-second visitor to this very page, but more because there are no visitors.
It’s not possible to blame my ability to write; it’s clearly excellent, Grammarly tells me so.
I could also lay my lack of ability to consistently and annoyingly self-promote myself. A way to hedge me against the vagaries of the google search algorithm and/or the lack of ability to stand out amongst the many similar introspective blogs which litter the internet like so much dandruff.
I’m not sure if my lack of zip and zap around self-promotion is a result of a relatively minor ego or, as with writing, is simply a function of my lack of long-term zeal.
Anyway getting back to Christmas and my lack of consistency, I usually start posting, then as the year, no, the month of January is in full swing, I’m usually too plump tuckered by the end of the day to write anything meaningful. If my writing was an analogy of crop rotation, then the fields would be highly fertile and ready for planting, having been left fallow for such an extended period of time.
One thing that might help this lacklustre performance make its way into a higher and more productive gear might be increased readership. Who cares about readers? I’d settle for just more visits! It would, in effect, feel more rewarding to be growing something.
Where am I going with the rhetoric, you might ask? I was thinking that documenting my blogless blogging might spur me to greater fame and increased views. Perhaps sharing in the ongoing grind to be relevant might be helpful to anyone else in a similar position.
So here’s the plan, I’m going to write more about a broader subject matter, simple things which cross my path in life and warrant a level of documentation. I’m going to review stuff, play stuff, think about stuff and generally output my thoughts.
I am game to see if consistency and self-reflection burned onto the internet really does work. Let the experiment begin.
