I’ve always believed writing a near-daily blog is like exotic butterfly collecting but with fewer tangible results.
It’s a very soulful recreation.
In one way it’s mind hookie, a mental jail break from anything that’s troubling me.
In another way, it reveals a surprising mental discipline from a man far too self-deprecating to acknowledge.
But, damn, the blog is often very good. So many people really love it. I hear that all the time.
It makes me so happy. It’s a true labor of love.
And the numbers are strong.
Since June, 42,801 readers have checked in from all over the world. The most was 11,014 in June: the least, 6,157 in November.
Even 6,000 seems like a lot to me. With 4,500 already this month, it’s a safe bet I’ll crack 8,000.
And I think the blog’s on a nice run. Lively topics, clever lines, and crisp delivery — I contend the spigot is fully open.
That is some of what I wanted to tell a crabby friend last month after he complained I was relying on too many re-runs.
“I will never read a re-run,” he said. “Never.”
In fact, I’ll bet he already has.
On the rare off day I’ve unscrupulously slipped in some old rarities without proper notification.
Please don’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want to the Blog Council to find out and send the blog police around revoke my blog license.
Doing three or four originals a week requires real commitment. Doing more would be a form of insanity.
In fact, I had a bona fide financial advisor tell me in so many words that’s exactly what I am.
And someday I hope to share with you and the world the confidential rebuttal letter I wrote to that — and I beg your pardon for this — oily motherfucker.
This will be the 1,774th time I’ve posted something since 2008; I’ll bet 95 percent are wholly original.
Nobody, not even me, remembers 1,700 posts.
I re-run ones if they’re seasonal. I like re-posting the one about the divisive Paul McCartney Christmas song. Lots of Christmas or other holiday offerings warrant annual re-run.
I re-run ones if they’re topical. If Mitt Romney’s in the news I might re-run the one where I speculated his wife’s horse was homosexual.
Sometimes I choose to slip in a re-run when my morning ritual is disrupted. I blog best between 6 and 9 a.m. Starting any later just doesn’t seem to work.
I feel more comfortable doing this because while I’ve not matured, the blog has.
I think it’s to the point where readers know they can stop in and find a reliably entertaining read.
At least I hope so.
I welcome your feedback. Really, I ought to do a reader survey, but first I figure I’ll have to do a reader survey to learn what readers think about being asked to do surveys.
So basically I’m going to do whatever the hell I feel like until and unless someone gives me a whole lot of money to do otherwise.
I did learn something from my financial advisor.
And I promise not to re-run this one for at least a month.
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