I had planned to write something totally different when I sat down at my laptop this morning, but I noticed that this was my 200th post, which made me think back to when I started blogging in June of 2010.
I’d wanted to share a particular poem (written incidentally by moi) recited by this adorable little British girl. The poem was “Blue,” and at the time, I was competing to get the most views, which would have won me fame, riches, and fabulous prizes. (Or maybe it was just $50—I don’t really remember.) You can still see it at http://www.smories.com/watch/blue/
Instead of steadily cranking out blog posts on For Words, I went in another direction, excerpting the middle grade novel I’d written as a separate blog. But the blog kind of went nowhere, which is also what happened to the manuscript when I tried to sell it.
So six months later, I returned to For Words, determined to write more often than once every six months. (Apparently it’s hard to get regular readers with that kind of schedule.) And since December 7, 2010, I’ve written at least once a week with occasional prolific bursts. But reaching a big round number like 200 made me a bit nostalgic for the days when I obsessively checked my stats, so I clicked on the old dashboard button and indulged in a little statistics surfing.
Of course the numbers are confounding, which is why I no longer follow them religiously. For instance, I’ve had a total of 43, 568 views in the last two years, but 10, 712 of them were on one day, July 28, 2012. And as much as I’d like to credit my writing with such a jump, it’s just not reasonable to think that my post that day was so stupendous that an extra 10,649 people got wind of it to check it out. (My average number of views per day is more like 63.)
Where my blog goes is more interesting to me. It makes sense that most of my followers and hits are in the United States, and that I get read in other English-speaking countries, such as Canada, the U.K., and Australia. What seems strange to me is that in the last six months, I’ve gotten views from Iraq, Zimbabwe, Yemen, Botswana, Malta, Lithuania, Latvia, Bahrain, and Jersey.* (I didn’t even know Jersey was its own nation—I just thought it was the setting for a reality TV series on the east coast of this country.)
Now I’m not saying I have a big fan base in Latvia et al, but I do have a follower who lives in the United Arab Emirates. I picture someone in Abu Dhabi reading about my take on a local theater performance, and I have to wonder, what is he/she getting out of this? But maybe my style is so irresistible that it trumps relevance of content.
So this is a thank you to all my followers and anyone who has ever viewed one of my posts. I’d like to be able to invite you all over for cocktails some day, but my house wouldn’t hold the people who tuned in to my blog on July 28, and it just wouldn’t be fair to pick and choose, right?
* From Wikipedia: Jersey, officially the Bailiwick of Jersey is a British Crown Dependency just off the coast of Normandy, France. The island of Jersey is the largest of the Channel Islands. Although the Bailiwicks of Jersey and Guernsey are often referred to collectively as the Channel Islands, they are not a constitutional or political unit. Jersey is a self-governing parliamentary democracy under a constitutional monarchy, with its own financial, legal and judicial systems. It is not part of the United Kingdom, and has an international identity separate from that of the UK.