Yesterday, I passed the 100 mark in my blog stats’ daily views.
I am flattered and slightly stunned that so many people are reading this frivolous nonsense on a daily basis, but also a little confused. Firstly, where is everyone coming from? My stats show me all the links that people have clicked to reach me, but on any given day these figures only account for about 5% of the total visitors. I also have the entertaining privilege of seeing what people have typed into search engines in order to end up at my page (for anyone who’s keeping track, the ‘blowing up frogs’ theme is, bizarrely, still way out in front), but again, this only accounts for a very small handful of visitors. Where are all the rest coming from?
I’ve seen a gradual increase in readers since I started out in May with, I think, only one. (Thank you, Nelly.) By the start of July I had about 20 a day, by the end of July it was around 40, and by this week I was averaging 60-80 daily views. This is very cool. And thank you to you, if you are a regular reader – you have given me a small glimpse of what it would have been like to achieve my dream of being a published writer and having Real Live People reading my writing!
However, yesterday’s surge has caused me to think, which is never a good thing. And my questions remain.
1 – Where are all the new readers coming from if they’re not clicking links or finding me by accident on Google?
2 -If all these people are reading, how come only about half a dozen ever comment on my posts?
Horrifying Thought. Maybe people are reading and dying of boredom, rendering them unable to post a comment!!! This would be terrible and very sad, and I sincerely hope that it is not the case.
Anyway, self-absorbed pondering aside, I want to encourage you (yes, YOU) to enter the entertaining and hilarious world that is the Blogosphere. Check out some of my favourites – in addition to my afore-mentioned First Reader/Blog Encourager, there’s also JonnyB (laugh-out-loud funny – he writes like I can only dream of being able to, but I can’t be jealous because I just love him. He has never, ever accused me of being a stalker. Well, maybe just the once.), Petite Anglaise (English girl living in Paris, very famous in the blogging world, and writes posts about French culture that both amuse and fascinate me) and K8 the Gr8 (who reminds me of me a little bit, with her take on life - except she has a child, which makes her infinitely more grown up, in my eyes!).
Blogging is the way forward, I feel. Although I have to say, I’m starting to experience my own life in a weird, second-hand kind of way – i.e. I’ll subconsciously detach myself from an event as it’s happening, because I’m already thinking about how I might write about it later on. I’m pretty sure the day is coming when I’ll actually leave mid-situation to start blogging about it, and then realise with a sudden tragic surge of irony that I don’t know how it ended.
And finally, don’t you just love the word blog? Blog, blog, blog. Blogging, blogger, blogged.
Blog on, my friend. Blog on.