(“So what are you doing, now?” says Alpha Girl.
“The usual,” I reply. “Posting a blog.”
“You have become obsessed with that thing.”
“So, how often do you post?”
“Almost every day.”
“Hmmm. And how often do you check your stats? You know – looks, or whatever they’re called.”
“I don’t have to, I have an app that tells me. It beeps at me.”
“Oh, it beeps, does it? And I suppose you look every time it does?”
“Really… So, if I was to check your phone right now the app wouldn’t be open?” Alpha Girl swiftly grabs the mobile phone from my hands, flicks through the screens. She turns it to me. Sure enough, the app is open, the stats bars shiny and resplendent in blue and white.
“That proves nothing,” I say.)
I started this blog to force me to write every day. So far, so good. Originally, I said I’d be the only person reading it, and didn’t care if anyone else did. After all, it was cathartic, a way of getting issues off my chest. But I guess lately I’ve gotten caught up in whether people are actually reading what I’m writing.
Yes, you got me. I care if people actually read what I write. That’s what writers do, after all – they write to be read. That doesn’t mean I have to cater to the popular crowd. It just means I have to write what I’m happy writing, and hopefully other people will like it, too.
So, I’ve had about 400 views on my blog so far. That’s not bad for a month, I guess, and it is early days. I haven’t exactly been marketing it, or anything. (Okay, I told some people at Uni via the discussion board threads – that doesn’t really count, does it?)
So far, my blogs have been varied, from film and music reviews to posts about my mental health issues, my son, gym workout injuries, computer breakdowns, writing and recording music, Dungeons and Dragons, Kung Fu, books and Christian online dating. I understand that blogs should really be a bit more focussed if you’re aiming for higher views, but I’m happy talking about anything. And that’s how it will stay.
I’m not obsessed with blogging. But I do really, really, enjoy it.
(My phone beeps. Before I can reach for it, Alpha Girl pipes up. “Bet you can’t stop yourself from checking your views?” she says.
“Yes, I can. Look – not touching it.” It beeps again. Sweat on the brow. Hand visibly shaking. Alpha Girl watching like a hawk.
I grab the phone and check the app. “Hah!” says Alpha Girl. “Just as I suspected – a blog addict.”
“Shut up,” is my brilliant comeback.)