I had a little chuckle to myself this week. I will tell you why later.
I really do enjoy blogging, as you might be aware. I put a lot of time into it. Too much time, truth be told, as there are many things that I should be doing instead. But I get a great deal from it. A sharper mind, developing thought processes, and a head full of ideas, all vying to get out of my brain, and onto the electronic page. It keeps me up late, and whiles away many hours. They slip by like a chiffon scarf over soft shoulders, almost unnoticed.
I try to keep the subject matter varied, and as interesting as possible-at least to me. When I started this blog, my stories of the Ambulance Service were very popular. These were overtaken by tales of my wanderings with our dog Ollie, in the countryside around our home. Some of my categories have a dedicated following, but do not appeal generally. Films and Cinema, and Music, are popular with some, less so with the majority. Individual posts, about things like weddings, Twitter, bereavement, or something that happened in the world outside of the blog, are normally well-received, but only for as long as they are ‘newsworthy.’ They also tend to be shared on other social media platforms, so generate an unusual spike in views and comments.
Despite forays into fiction, occasional opinionated posts about other things, and still plugging away about past holidays, and countries I have visited, it remains a fact that the countryside tales are the most read, the most commented on, and by far the ‘bread and butter’ of this blog. That is fine with me, as it was the very reason I started it in the first place. It was intended to be an electronic diary of my new life in Norfolk, and as such, has served me well. Recently, a series of articles about buildings and structures that I have seen and admired, also generated a lot of interest. I suppose it was something different from my usual ramblings and musings, and gave people a glimpse of places that they might never see themselves.
Some posts take a lot of work. Research, finding good links, thinking about dates and times, editing and making sense of it all. I am not complaining, as I enjoy this process. I might spend as long as four or five hours researching and writing a post on say ‘Tourist London’, and get a lot of satisfaction from finally hitting the ‘Publish’ button. On the other hand, a shorter post about a walk in bad weather with Ollie might be written in under ten minutes, and achieve five times as many views, and lots more comments. My readers know what they like. So, I try to balance the worthy with the ordinary, the musical memories with travel recollections, and the moans and groans with the positives. It has worked fairly well so far, with a steady if unremarkable increase in both followers and daily views. I am more than happy.
Last Friday, I published a post about my new dressing gown, and called it ‘My New Fluffy Gown.’ It was a lighthearted post, and meant to be taken as such. Before I decided to publish the draft, I had a moment when I thought it was too silly, too lightweight by far. But I did it anyway. A week later, having published other posts about all sorts of things, I decided to review the stats for the week. You will have guessed by now, but the dressing gown post was the most popular, by a mile.
That’s what gave me a chuckle.