Trending Down (Take Two*)

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You’re no doubt familiar with the philosophical riddle, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

I have a slight variation on that philosophical riddle. “If you publish a post and hardly anyone reads it, does it matter?”

Why should I spend my time thinking about and writing posts that few people read when I could invest that same time and effort doing something that does matter?

I’m proud of what I write. In fact, just the act of writing what I believe to be high quality posts is all that really ought to matter. Having said that, though, I do admit that it’s reinforcing to know that others read what I’ve written, like what I’ve written, and comment on it.

So the question is, should blog stats be the proxy for blogging success?

I try not obsess over my blog’s stats. In fact, I rarely even check my stats. Not more than 15 to 20 times a day, anyway. I check them to see whether or not what I’m writing and posting is being seen by, and resonates with, others.

The good news is that some people do read my blog. The bad news is that fewer people are reading my blog now than they were a few months back.

I started this blog in late May and slowly gained an audience. But, as you can see from the chart below, my views peaked in August, dropped in September, and dropped yet again in October. And what’s even more disconcerting, comments dropped considerably from September to October.

 

Blog Stats

Should I be concerned about this downward trend? Good question.

Each of us, as bloggers, has our own definition of success. We use certain metrics — blog stats, perhaps — to measure success. It may be the number of posts you’ve published. Perhaps it’s the number of views or likes your posts get.

Maybe your primary measure of your blog’s success is your number of followers. Or the number of comments your posts generate.

I admit that views, likes, and comments do matter to me. And the more I get, the better I feel. At least it let’s me know that someone besides me appreciates my efforts.

But, again, are my blog’s stats the best proxy for me to be using? What do you think?


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “proxy.”

*This is “take two” because the first effort somehow got lost in the ether. How does that happen?

#TMAT120 — Bah Humbug

img_0030Dave hated the holiday season. It’s mostly because he’s an old fart whose kids are all gown up and out of the house living their own lives.

He rarely eats candy, but he stocked up for a bunch of little rug rats wearing inane costumes who rang his doorbell continuously for hours on Halloween night.

He also hates turkey, which he is apparently required to eat on Thanksgiving. And then there’s the never ceasing Christmas music assaulting his ears wherever he goes for the last two months of the year.

He has to rack his brain trying to figure out what presents to buy for people he barely knows and doesn’t particularly like.

The holidays are just one big hassle.

(120 words)


This post was written for the Tell Me A Tale in 120 Words prompt, which is “Why you love, or dislike, the holiday season.”

This challenge, which I’m participating in for the first time, is posted on the first Thursday of the month by Joelle (I think). Responders are limited to posts of 120 words.

And truth be told, while I am not a big fan of the holiday season, I’m not as grumpy as the protagonist in my 120 word response.

SoCS — Sooner or Later

3363BBB4-5BA5-457D-8C67-CC9CF7F52785“This is one hell of a shortcut you took,” Anna complained to her husband. “We should have been there by now.”

“Yeah, Daddy, when are we gonna get there?” asked Sandy from the back seat. “I’m hungry and I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Me too, Daddy” added Cindy.

“Reach into the glove compartment and pull out the map,” George ordered his wife.

Anna glanced at George and then pulled a map out of the glove box. “I told you to get one of those GPS devices before we left,” she said. “But you’re too cheap to buy one. And now we’re out here lost in the middle of nowhere.”

George pulled the car over to the side of the road, unfolded the map, and studied it for a few minutes. “According to this map, the road we’re on should have taken us to the park, but maybe I missed the turn off.”

“George,” Anna asked, “how old is that map?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Anna grabbed the map and looked at the legend. “Rand McNally, copyright 1963,” she said. “Really, George, 1963? Did it not occur to you that the roads may have changed over the past fifty years?”

Grumbling, George grabbed the map back from his wife and stared at it for a few minutes more. “I’m sure if we keep going straight we’ll get there sooner or later.”

“If we don’t get there sooner, rather than later, we may have to cut short our trip by a day or two,” Anna said.

“Better late than never,” George said, pulling the car back onto the paved road.

From the back seat Sandy pleaded, “Daddy, I really have to go!”

“Me too, Daddy,” added Cindy.


Writtne for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is to use shortcut/cut short” (one or both) in the post.