My blogging goals for this year are…
Double my views to 200k Make a post which goes viral Add a Pintrest button and learn how to Pin (anything) Get 1000 Likes on my Facebook Page Get published on HuffPo, BlogHer or one of those BIG sites Get 2000 followers on Twitter Tweak all the different parts of my blog until the design, the scheme, the everything is *perfect* Do a bazillion awesome guest posts for grateful recipients Write my 750th post (cos 500 is inevitable) Get more followers Get… Get… Get.
Not in a million years, right?
And if you so much as for a millisecond bought into any of that, come back here at least twice a day for remedial Considerings, until you truly learn ‘where I’m at’, and in the meantime shame on you!
I’m a dumbass about statistics and pageviews and analytics. I don’t count followers or ‘likes’ (though they’re nice) or try to ‘make it big’.
I’m smart about community and good writing and relationships. I count friends and although I love the validation that getting ‘likes’ gives, I’d rather make it Good than make it Big.
I’m just gonna keep writing, keep responding, keep up the few hops I’m involved in (especially the wonderful Ten Things of Thankful, and my first love; Finish the Sentence Friday) and keep building up the community which seems to emerge here and across certain, treasured areas of the Blogosphere, where the magic happens in the comment box and the people are glorious.
What could be better?
A cloud of sparkling silver hair encircled the old woman’s head like a corona, wafting slightly as her head shook with palsy and age. Wrinkles on her downy cheeks mapped a lifetime of a million stories, and the milky eyes held secrets which could no longer be discerned. Trapped in her wheelchair now, she relied on the visits of her family (and today, one very special person) to make life worth living through.
“Great-Grandma, we named her after you” the young man beamed proudly, placing the tiny, mewling bundle onto her sunken lap. Reaching through the soft, finely-knitted blankets, the old woman’s gnarled fingertips touched the baby’s cheek, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, as a grin transfigured her ancient face.
Tears fell unbidden down her smiling cheeks as her gnarled voice whispered the baby’s name; “Nova”.
Two days in and I’ve stuck to my resolution. I found a thing to be thankful for, and I wrote it down in my magical book. YAY ME!
Er, bring on the other 362 days…
I’m 98 and 3/4% certain that Twitter is one of the funnest things on the internet…
So. I was challenged to produce a Dr. Seuss-style *something* by the most lovely and awesome Katia (from Iamthemilk – do you know her? You should – she’s incredible) and I thought that it sounded like a reasonablish sort of challenge, and one I might well enjoy rising to. So I riz.
When your life’s full of downs
With not too many ‘ups’
There are things that you need
And those things are called Wups
They come in a number
Of different kinds
And they’re sent between friends
By the power of their minds
When you’re feeling blue
With a frown on your face
The sweet Pickyou Wup
To your rescue will race
When you’re feeling all shivery
Full of freezing cold fug
The Snuggleyou Wup
Wraps you up in warm hugs
For those who feel empty
Deep down in their soul
The dear Fillyou Wup
Leaves you ‘plenished and whole
And lastly the one
Who’s my favourite thing
The great Cheeryou Wup
Makes you giggle and grin
So if ever you want your life
Fuller of ‘Ups’
Let me know and I’ll send you
Some WONDERFUL Wups