Hits: What they mean - and don't
I'm doing pretty good to get thirty or forty hits a day on this blog. Anyone with a stat counter who says they don't care about numbers is lying, although I use mine more for information about referring URL's than anything else. And as much as I enjoy the rush from a mention here or there - and I did when I got 218 hits the day before yesterday - it's a short-lived cheap thrill.
When the numbers plummet back into the low double-digits, rather than feeling disappointed, I feel relief. "Good, they're gone. Now I can get back to being reckless, feckless and free from the constraints of prying eyes." The regular marks are the ones that count, for they - you - occasionally glean something of value from my irreverant musings, even if it's just something to scoff at.
I don't really aspire to much with this blog. Considering where I live, it would make a lousy resume for all but the rowdiest places, and I can't ever see me deciding to have banner ads or sponsorship. It's just this strange little creation which contributes more to my sanity than detracting from it, and as long as this is so, I'll be here. I've started a novel, and if my posting seems less frequent, it's because I need to take the project seriously and finish it just to prove to myself I can. I won't measure success in terms of publishing, but completion.
Blogging about blogging is mostly a bore, so I promise not to do much of that, but I probably will be deviating *somewhat* from the usual & customary targets and the general routine. Maybe not, though. I could be too obsessed to lower the bow and set my sights on anything other than the criminals tearing America apart like wild dogs savaging livestock. They're awfully hard to ignore, even for a little while.
To the regulars - old and new, and even you out there who never leave a comment but stop by with some frequency - thanks for adding to the fun of the experience, and giving me some food for thought from time to time. I continue to make friends and new acquaintances - people I can learn from and commiserate with - and that's really the icing on the cake.
When the numbers plummet back into the low double-digits, rather than feeling disappointed, I feel relief. "Good, they're gone. Now I can get back to being reckless, feckless and free from the constraints of prying eyes." The regular marks are the ones that count, for they - you - occasionally glean something of value from my irreverant musings, even if it's just something to scoff at.
I don't really aspire to much with this blog. Considering where I live, it would make a lousy resume for all but the rowdiest places, and I can't ever see me deciding to have banner ads or sponsorship. It's just this strange little creation which contributes more to my sanity than detracting from it, and as long as this is so, I'll be here. I've started a novel, and if my posting seems less frequent, it's because I need to take the project seriously and finish it just to prove to myself I can. I won't measure success in terms of publishing, but completion.
Blogging about blogging is mostly a bore, so I promise not to do much of that, but I probably will be deviating *somewhat* from the usual & customary targets and the general routine. Maybe not, though. I could be too obsessed to lower the bow and set my sights on anything other than the criminals tearing America apart like wild dogs savaging livestock. They're awfully hard to ignore, even for a little while.
To the regulars - old and new, and even you out there who never leave a comment but stop by with some frequency - thanks for adding to the fun of the experience, and giving me some food for thought from time to time. I continue to make friends and new acquaintances - people I can learn from and commiserate with - and that's really the icing on the cake.
posted by Arvin Hill at 4/01/2005 02:28:00 PM
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