It’s Sunday again. Sundays are proving to be a little awkward. You see, I’m trying to do a hundred posts in a hundred days, and get 60 000 views while doing so. Sundays were, in my mind, going to be set aside for a sort of progress report. Which is all well and good, but I’m halfway now, and a couple of interesting things are happening.
Firstly, things have been going quite well. I have built up a small group of loyal readers who have somehow stuck this out so far. Which is very kind of them. The sort of kind that should not be punished with the same post every Sunday. And that’s how things have turned out.
I’ve hit a ceiling. I was sort of hoping that The number of hits I was getting would rise steadily throughout this process. Instead, my blog seems to have found its natural level. About 300 views a day. There it sits. And has done for three weeks. Which makes for pretty dull weekly updates. So let’s get it out of the way. Yes, I’m still doing a post every day. No, I’m not getting 60 000 views. I’m getting close to half of that. And no, that does not make me sad.
The other thing that is happening with these Sunday reports is that by this point, most of those who are reading my blog know what I am doing. So it must be a bit odd to have to sit through a weekly recap. But I hope you will indulge me, since the alternative is to have first time readers come on and be completely clueless as to what they were reading about.
But those are just minor housekeeping issues. How is the blogging going? Fine. I haven’t run out of ideas yet, and have fallen into some kind of rhythm. Or at least I had fallen into some sort of rhythm. The wheels came off a bit in the second half of the week. Firstly, my son got sick, and had to stay home. Which was a little disruptive.
Then I had to go to Father’s Day at my daughter’s school, which was a little disruptive. And weird. It would be OK if I was spending the morning with my daughter. But I wasn’t. I spent the morning drinking coffee with a bunch of strangers on a freezing lawn before briefly popping in to the class to nod at the teacher and take my daughter home. It’s sexism at its worst. Mrs 23thorns got a champagne breakfast and a concert. I got a lukewarm coffee and a samosa with an auditor from a pharmaceutical importer. Yay.
And to round it all off, I went away for the night on short notice on Friday night.
All the ups and downs showed in my figures for the week. I managed to get something out every day, but I don’t think some of them were any good. I even cheated yesterday and rehashed an old piece about a pair of robber-magistrates.
Apart from that, I wrote about Kirsti Alleys lust for Italians, my daughter’s assault on the world of fashion, birds that are not owls, and a tiny, tiny, dayflying bird that is an owl. Or owlet. And I sailed fairly close to the wind by coming up with some alternative WordPress awards.
I was a bit nervous about that post. Some of the people who read this blog have been kind enough to nominate me for awards. Lots of others will have proudly accepted them. I in no way wanted to mock any of these people. I have never accepted any awards, but not because I think they are stupid or evil. When I first got nominated for one, I misunderstood it and turned it down. So now that’s what I do.
Oh well. Nearly half way there. The kids are at home again tomorrow, so god knows what you’ll be getting, but after that, things should go back to normal. I’d love to see you there. Here’s today’s vote.