The WordPress.com statisticians have prepared a 2013 annual report for my blog. Although I didn’t post nearly as much as I would have liked I’ve had well over 40,000 visits.
Here’s to more and better blogging in 2014 and may the new year be all you and yours hope it will be… and then some!
Thanks to one and all!
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 11,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Click here to see the complete report.
Well here it is Friday! Not only that it’s the last day of the month and this is my final post that completes my self-imposed 30-Day Challenge or my Month of Blogging Dangerously. My task was to post something every day during the month of September. So, time for some review, a reality check of sorts.
I’ve tried to post on a variety of subjects (30 Ways) running the course from updating my man card to stinkin’ thinkin’, capital punishment and true confessions, all no doubt Evidences of a Troubled Past. I made it through! It’s been a challenging but interesting thirty days and has certainly given me an appreciation for those who post every day.
So, how’d you do? If you managed to follow along through most of these posts during the month congratulate yourself, give yourself a pat on the back. You deserve it. Thank you!
Posting daily does have it’s advantages. My average daily readers for the month more than doubled to 75 and pushed my total visitors from more than 1600 for both July and August to more than 2200 in September alone.* Readers from 43 states and 38 countries have stopped in since this blog began on June 29th.
The one post that got the most attention this month was Confessions. I guess people love reading about the bad and the ugly. Someone once said taking a risk is the only way to write deadly honest prose. Well I certainly took a risk and it was “deadly honest.” Continue reading
Well to say the least it’s been an eventful month for me. Here we are, the 15th day of September — which brings us half-way to thirty. This post marks the mid-point along my self-imposed month of blogging dangerously. Don’t think I’ll be doing this any time soon again though. It’s tough writing every day. Not so much the writing part, but the part where I’m ready for others to see what I’ve created. I’m sure it’s not easy on you the reader either, those anyway who strive to keep up. I see myself as more a weekly “columnist” like Dave Barry or George Will. I don’t get paid nearly as much, but there’s lot’s more time to edit and refine. Not under the gun as often to make the deadline. Continue reading
I just started this 30 posts in 30 days self-imposed challenge yesterday and I’m already having second thoughts. Certainly my life, which is to say the least, a bit unstable these days is not the best situation in which one should add additional pressure, but I remain up to the task. Your 30-day challenge — should you accept of course— is, can you read ’em all?
I’m reminded of my favorite late-night talk show host Johnny Carson who once made a statement to a guest, in a semi-condescending way. Carson said he didn’t care that much who he had on stage with him every night, he just needed “warm bodies” to fill the guest chair. In the same way I just need warm subjects to fill my daily posts. But more than that I need to write something interesting and compelling enough that will bring my readers back for more. That’s the rub!
It’s been said writing is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. This is true. Writing these blogs never come easy for me. Each one of them takes a lot of time, blood, sweat and yes often even a few tears. Continue reading
Welcome to September! Danger lurks ahead! Starting today for the entire month I will write and post something here every-single-day. At least that’s my intention … so long as my laptop and Internet access cooperate. I know you’ll be happy to know most of these entries won’t be the lengthy extravaganzas the earlier ones have been (averaging 1000 words each). Instead they’ll be shorter and more concise. Just a few thoughts usually at most.
It’ll be interesting how you my loyal readers will judge these shorter posts vs. the longer ones I’ve been inclined to write. What would you prefer? Shorter and more frequent? Or longer and less often? Please leave your comments below. (If you don’t see them below, depending on how you arrived here, just click on “Comments” above the calendar.)
Let this be my science experiment for the 30 days ahead. I hope I and my laptop can meet the challenge.
30 days … 30 posts!
The first — for this the first day of September — is just one click away. Click >>> here! <<< and let the good times begin!
Hello friends! It’s been a long weekend. My laptop AC adapter died early last week for a second time in just three months leaving it — temporarily anyway — a large paperweight. Anyone who really knows me will tell you the sad reality
of just how lost I am without my computer.
Every word and then some is true! Happily relief is on the way but it might not be until next week when it’s up and running again. Thanks to a local library I’m able to get online.
Without my not-so-trusty eight-year-old Mac laptop (whose battery no longer holds a charge) the last few days I’ve had to resort to old-fashioned paper and pen, as my overwhelming need to scratch the writer’s itch held me captive. Continue reading
Quintus Horatius Flaccus was born some sixty-five years before Christ and died eight years before the Savior’s birth. Known in the English-speaking world as Horace, he was the leading Roman lyric poet during the reign of Augustus the first Emperor of the Roman Empire. “Carpe diem” or seize the day and “non omnis moriar” are all Horace originals from a long time ago. In Horace’s poetic style he expressed his personal and emotional feelings. In his world lyric poems did not have to rhyme, and even today do not need to be set to music or to a beat. “Perfect” I thought! I’ll be a poet in the style of the great Horace! No music and no rhyme, I got the time, let the writing begin!