I have been seven kinds of lame lately. Of the mental, not physical, variety. Hence the canned posts and/or no-posts. I have had great difficulty thinking of things to say that would not generate the response, "so what?"
I've been thinking about who my "target audience" is. I think I'm supposed to know that so I can be an awesome blogger. And you know, draw a bunch of traffic, or whatever.
Like I even care.
It's not like I added a traffic feed to my site because I care that people come and read and love me or anything. And then deleted it because I didn't want to appear desparate.
Anyway, BooMama said I should know why I blog. And she's read by tens of people every single day so clearly she knows what she's talking about. Plus she's friends with the other Mama (you know, Big Mama), and if anyone knows their way around the blogiverse, it's definitely the Mama's. And maybe some of the Papa's.
When I started blogging I didn't think much about who might be reading. I really thought it was close to no one. I just thought, hey this might be fun. I love reading blogs. Maybe I can have one that doesn't suck too bad. And of course my head was just swarming with great things to say. I'd post every day - sometimes twice a day because I was just brimming, yea even overflowing with the interesting wordage. I got a few comments - even some from people I've never met. I was ridiculously thrilled! (I still am - at every comment. I love them!) It's why I've kept on blogging. I feel very much exposed even saying this, but I think most bloggers feel the same way - it's all about the comments.
My husband says I'm "wooking pa nub in all da wong places". But he doesn't have a blog. So he can't be objective.
So now back to what I'm supposed to be talking about; my audience. That word just makes me laugh. Like there are throngs of people logging on every day to come and sit at my feet and you know, learn.
Anyway, maybe I should be asking a question instead of drawing a circle around a certain demographic. Maybe I should ask you - Who are you? Why do you come here - or more importantly, why do you come back?
My brain is about the consistency of oatmeal right now, which is about as good for my mental health as a traffic feed.
So night-night, y'all.