I’ve had a few blogs over the years and I’ve always spent a lot of thought (whole minutes at a time) on what to call the darn things. My last one, which is still floating around in blog world, was titled, “Diary of an Inconsistent Writer”. The point being that I find it near impossible to write blog articles with any sort of consistent regularity. This blog started off as something else as well.
In a fit of pms fueled pique that no one actually ever read the darn thing, I removed all the posts and was on the verge of deleting the whole thing, when it occurred to me that collecting a bunch of readers wasn’t what motivated me to write in the first place. I write because it’s what I like to do. Like reading, going for walks on the beach and a whole host of things I enjoy doing. I don’t need an audience for those things and I don’t really need it for writing either.
Bringing it all back to reality (and that’s not an easy thing to do when the hormones are racing through your veins), I decided not to delete the blog and to keep writing. If occasionally I had a view, well, that was nice, but I wasn’t going to worry overly if I didn’t. As far as looking for readers, all I do is comment elsewhere when I feel inspired to do so and leave my little calling card in case the comment would like to be returned.
Not having a particular schedule for writing also freed me from the pressure of the whole thing especially as that meant I spent less time looking at the stats.
This was all a year or so ago. Not long after that, once I’d shaken the need to collect readers I decided to rename the blog “The Readerless Writer”. It may sound a bit like I’m feeling sorry for myself, but not at all. It’s a recognition of the fact, that I write these bits and pieces for my own need to put words down on paper (so to speak) and not for the need to be read.
Don’t get me wrong. I do like to have readers, but it’s not the foundation of my writing. I still check out the Insights to see how many views I’ve had. If I get one a day I feel good. I had 15 on the 25th! But that’s now a fun by-product of writing online not the be-all/end-all of the exercise. Sometimes it takes a bit of hormonal pique to kick you in the backside before you realise what’s really important to you.