Urban Thought | 4 Observations Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned. It has been 20 days since my last post.
When I don’t blog or write for that matter, I find myself feeling disappointed in myself. feeling as though a goal that I have set out to accomplish is not being met. This trickles down and brings self doubt and some frustration. I start to question whether I am taking my goals seriously. If I’m falling off track with my blog then what else is faltering?
Enough of the self doubt. I didn’t come here to beat up on myself. What I did come here to do is answer some questions that I closed out with the last time I posted:
- How was I supposed to get an audience (for my blog)?
- Why would they keep coming back?
- Why was I blogging?
How was I Supposed to Get an Audience?
This required me asking my fellow blogger on how to go about it. “The tools are at your finger tips,” is what I was told. So I assumed I just had to do a Google search. It actually was something like that but more to the point, submit your site to search engines. You can’t get an audience if no one can find you. LOL… Who knew? That and some other things and you can get it on in popping, such as joining communities in the blogosphere, commenting on other blogs and well, telling your friends. Nothing like an audience that already knows you.
Why Would They Keep Coming Back?
People only return if they like what you are saying. When I first started, I said a whole lot of nothing. Actually, I said very little of anything. Now I find myself telling ghetto stories and expressing thoughts on the life that is outside my world and people can relate.
Why Was I Blogging?
Honestly, I blog because I can - not because I have to. In the beginning (there was the Earth and the moon… LOL), I did it because it seemed like a fad around the office. Everyone had a blog, a myspace page, something on the web that said, here, this is who I am, this is what I am about, accept me or click the X. So why couldn’t I have my own spot too?
So there you have it. Those are my thoughts on why, answering the question I left out in the wind for some time.
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Jackpot! I hadn’t checked in a for a while because you hadn’t posted anything new and now I get a bunch of new posts! Jackpot!
I feel the same way you do when I don’t blog - a bit disappointed in myself and the feeling that if I don’t “put out” all my friends will leave me. Readers do come and go but I to notice that friends will email me or leave me a note on MyBlogLog just to see if all is well.
It’s a bit difficult at first to find your voice when it comes to blogging. I certainly found that out. You evolve, your blog evolves and I think the big breakthrough moment comes when you let yourself come through. I may read some more industry or marketing or more “news” type blogs but for me, I want to learn the blogger’s story, see his/her view of the world.
I keep coming back to your blog because of your story and you show me a world so unlike my own. Not that we don’t share some similarities (like the Dreidel Song!) or being called “white inside”
I keep reading because I “connect” to you and keep wanting to hear your story, see your world.
It has been a while and I felt bad about it considering the readers and my responsibility to myself for keeping up with my goals.
I’m glad to have you as a reader. Your insight on life is rewarding and I look forward to sharing more with you.
Keeping the connection going is a beautiful thing.
“Nothing like an audience that already knows you.”
Actually I’ve found that for the most part, people who know me are the least supportive. You’d think they’d be the main ones interested in what you’re doing and wanting to see you do well, but other than, that’s a nice blog you’ve got comments; they don’t spend much time supporting it. Its as if because of knowing you, that don’t take you that seriously, or don’t think it’s a serious venture.
Maybe that’s just my experience though.
Yobachi: You aren’t the only one. I went through the same thing with people who I thought cared about me and what I was doing.
Sometimes I think it is too much for them to type words on a keyboard.