A couple of weeks ago, I read somewhere that a good blog should be getting about 60 000 views a month. Had I been the sort of person who cared deeply about things like that, I would have been crushed. In ten months I had got precisely half of that. I’m not though. So I wasn’t. But a seed was planted.
That seed has grown into a very stupid idea. I’m trying to do a post a day, for a hundred days. And I’m trying not to cheat. No limericks or pictures of funny shaped sticks I found in the street. They have to be proper posts. I have set myself a ludicrous and unattainable goal. I want to get 60 000 views in those hundred days.
Why am I doing this? I could tell you lots of things. I want to push myself as a writer. I want to see if I can put something worthwhile out every day, even when I’m not really in the mood. I want to see if I can write shorter posts. There might a shade of truth in all those answers. But none of them is the real answer.
The real answer is a bit harder to express. Because there isn’t one. Not really. My father had his eccentricities. For a while, we had to cut all of our firewood into six inch lengths. He collected tens of thousands of rocks to put into his garden. He washed his glasses with methylated spirits every day. If you asked him why he did these sorts of things, he would have had a well thought out, rational answer. That wasn’t true. Not really. Because the real answer was that he was quixotic. He spent his life tilting at windmills. He would get an idea into his head and follow it through with a deep but temporary passion. And he was richer for it. We all were.
And that’s why I’m doing this. For no reason at all. I just got the idea into my head, and I have seen first-hand how much happier life can be if you tilt at the occasional windmill. I have nothing to gain. I won’t get any richer, or wiser, or better looking. I’ll just have a little bit of fun.
But there’s a rider to all of this. I started this blog for absolutely no reason at all about ten months ago. And in those ten months, people have started reading it. Some of them actually seem to enjoy it. They take the time to say nice things about it. I am hugely grateful to these people. I didn’t expect them to be there when I started out this blogging thing, but now that they are, they have become the main reason that I do this. They make this fun.
And I don’t want to punish them for it. So if you are one of those people, here’s your chance. You can stop this nonsense right here. Every Sunday for the next 93 days, the little kingdom of 23thorns will become a democracy.
And how’s it all going? Shockingly. Yesterday’s post was posted at one minute to midnight. I’m getting less than half the views I need to come even close to the target. I have not once hit the target of less than 700 words. Thinking up something to write about every day is proving to be harder than I thought it would be. But I’m having fun so far. And I only have another 58 230 views to go!