Recently someone mentioned I should change the way I write my blog so I would appeal to a wider audience, attract advertisers, or get Freshly Pressed by WordPress.
I really did not know how to respond.
Personally, I feel that if you spent 10 minutes reading my blog you would know these points aren’t detrimental to my existence. I’m a Slacker, Jim, not a damn…something or other ambitious!
None of these things motivate me to blog.
The barrage continued.
“What’s the purpose of writing at all if no one is going to read what you wrote? Why bother?”
“Don’t you feel bad that you only have a few regular readers? Aren’t all your followers just friends and family??”
“Why don’t you just stick with your DIY posts since they are so popular?”
“What do you expect to get out of it?”
After ten minutes of this, I felt beaten down. The only non-violent-flesh-ripping response my aching lobe came up with was “If you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand.”
I was promptly told that was a lame response.
After some soul searching, I still stand by my original answer but can see how some would misinterpret it as a cop-out, so I’ve decided to elaborate. Not for the Asshat who verbally assaulted me via instant message (coward), but for the same reason I do most of the things in my life…because I feel like it.
The purpose of writing if no one is reading is that I am a writer. I have been a writer since I was 11 years old. I’m not a novelist, not a journalist, not a poet. I’m a writer. People don’t pay me to write and I’m cool with that. Societal rewards do not a writer make (just read Fifty Shades of Grey if you need proof).
A writer writes whether the world reads or not. They do it because they are compelled by something inside them. If that something isn’t addressed, internal chaos ensues. So we write. Period.
Do I feel bad that I only have a few followers? Absolutely not. I’ve always believed in quality over quantity. My followers ROCK and I don’t feel the need to water down my reading gene pool to feel good about myself.
Almost every follower I have is organic and that means that something I wrote SPOKE to them. Win! My ego is perfectly satisfied, thank you very much.
My stats tell me that most often my blog is found through internet searches. That the majority of searchers stay on my page looking at multiple posts, in addition to what they came for. In today’s short attention spanned world, I find that impressive! To me, that is the media equivalent of going to a party for the free booze but staying into the wee hours because the conversation is phenomenal. I’m flattered!
Do I feel bad that my followers are all friends and family? If this were true, the answer would be no. In fact, of the less than 100 followers I have, only three are family and three are friends.
Now that I think about it, I’m actually bothered that my friends and family are NOT following this blog! I have 4 siblings and only ONE is following me! Well listen up FAMILY, my Frazzled Sister? The one who subscribed? That sweetheart is going to be treated pretty damn well come Christmas Eve this year! The rest of you? I hope you enjoy Slipper Socks and sensible briefs 😉
Why don’t I stick to DIY posts? Why don’t you stick your head…um, no.
I don’t stick to DIY posts because I don’t DIY for a living. I have a full -time job, I’m also a full-time mother of 3 children, I have family and I have friends. I don’t blog for money, I’m not trying to blog for money and I DIY when I want to, not because I need a nifty blog topic. Sometimes I’m so damn proud of my DIY efforts I feel the need to share because I did them in spite of all the other things I do (see my Pumpkin masterpiece for my most recent pride and joy).
To post only my DIY efforts would share a very small slice of who I am, and I care enough about my Frazzled Readers to want them to know the many facets that make me, well, me 😉
What do I expect to get out of it?
Right here. My words. On the screen in front of me. The readers are all bonus. If someone is reading this and it reaches out to them, that’s beyond awesome and I’m grateful.
But that’s icing on the cake. I write because I want to. I write because it’s what I felt like doing at the moment. I write because there is something I want to say. I write because it makes me happy to do it.
And really? That’s what it’s all about.
As always, thanks for reading ❤