Showing posts with label the meaning of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the meaning of life. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 July 2009

Don't try this for a living: on blogging and the Clustr map


Blogging is a strange pastime.

For me, it's an excuse to rabbit on about the things I enjoy (ocean swims, writing) and things I should be doing (making a living, mimimal dusting, making sure my kids get more to eat than stale Weetbix).

I was quite content to send my twaddle into the ether. Not too concerned about whether I was read or not.

Then I got a Clustr map and now I'm obsessed. Every day (sometimes twice if I'm at home) I click on the map to check on who's reading and from where around the world.

I wonder, if I'm so clever why has the person from Singapore tuned out? Why aren't my American and Canadian readers sticking around? Do they want to read about swimming or romance writing? Why on earth would someone in India be bothered? I wouldn't.

The Clustr map has turned me into a neurotic mess. What? Only six hits today? Why am I doing this? What is the purpose of this blog? Why do stupid people become celebrities? Whatever happened to Robbie Williams?

I should dump the map for my own peace of mind. But it's too late now. I'm hooked on those red dots growing plumper day after day after day.

PS: From other blogs I've read, it seems that to attract readers one has to espouse words of wisdom. So, here goes:

Screw the journey, I want the destination