Still busy with work around the house, hoping to get my improved office up and running sometimes this evening (it’s early afternoon as I write this post, but it’s scheduled to go live tomorrow morning).
As I feared – well, more like suspected; it’s not like I was apprehensive about it – very few people clicked on the two links in my last post.
Not a big deal; I’m sure Shakespeare wasn’t an instant hit, either . . . no, wait . . . damn!
. . . OK, not a big deal; I’m sure Hemingway wasn’t an instant hit, either . . . no, wait . . . double damn!
Heinlein? Niven? Zelazny? . . . anyway, I’m sure I’m not an instant hit.
The point is that if I put a link in here, there are two reasons why I have little confidence in it being clicked on.
One, unless it’s right at the beginning, the majority of readers won’t see it because they are likely seeing my posts through a reader, and I limit the reader display to a small sampling of the post.
That in itself is often deceiving (purposefully so), giving no indication of the content of the post, and occasionally having nothing to do with the main body of the post.
I’m weird. I think if people really want to read my stuff, they will actually come to the blog and do so. The rest are the equivalent of window shoppers, and as is often the case, what’s in the window is not indicative of the content of the establishment. Really, as I’ve often repeated, the aim was never to have the most subscribers or most views.
The aim was, and is, to provide something to people who are really interested in the content. If it’s destined to remain 10-15 visitors a day for the remaining of my short time on Earth, so be it.
Interestingly, I just read an article by a person stating that people who say they “write for the enjoyment of it“ are full of crap. He maintains everyone craves recognition, accolades, and eventually, money.
Well . . . OK, I admit it; it would be nice to get paid for this gig. Well, not really a gig, per se. More like a volunteer effort. Still, it would be both rewarding and useful to do something that brings in some income and happens to be enjoyable.
The other part, the accolades . . . it’s complicated. I do like it if what I do provides even a moment of enjoyment to a few people, but I’m still not an accomplished compliments receiver. I mean, sure, it’s nice hearing whenever someone has found one of my efforts worthy of their time, but at the same time, it’s almost an embarrassment being told so (probably because I’ve had very little practice of it in my life).
Regadless, I am a realist with regards to both money and accolades . . . 61 years of age, opinionated (some say ‘ornery curmudgeon’), with no formal training in the fine art of writing, with little desire to embark in yet another career where success is all-too-often measured not by talent, but by the contacts you make, and really not all that talented to begin with.
Bottom line, Writing, photography, and everything I do better be something I enjoy doing because if it’s an income stream I’m looking for, it ain’t likely to ever be anything more than and occasional drip (probably only for writing, and only if I self-publish and beg people to buy my stuff, ultimately shaming a few readers into shelling out some money for what they could read here for free).
OK . . . by now we should have lost all but the three most loyal of readers.
Here’s the real scoop; I just needed to pass some time before getting to work. Telling myself I’m “writing” is a good way to procrastinate. Unfortunately, I didn’t write anything but what you’ve read above.
However, I do have a link to a previous piece of writing I quite like. The bad news is there is a good chance you, the loyal readers have already read it. The good news is that it was a few years ago, so it might have slipped your mind.
So, without further delay, here’s the link:
One thing; while not necessary, the reading experience might benefit by a passing familiarity with the series Firefly. If you’re not familiar with it, perhaps you might want to invest the time to watch the series and the movie, and then read it. By then I might have some original content I can put up.
. . . dang; I forgot to list the other reason why my confidence in people clicking links is so low, but I’m too lazy to go back up and change the “two” to “one”, so let me make something up.
. . . hmm . . . uh . . . eh . . . oh! How about this?
The reason people don’t click on my links is that . . . oops! I’ve got to get back to work.
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