I got into another deliciously sumptuously long conversation over on Facebook, about blogging and the ways and means of carrying it out, and the reasons we (bloggers) do it, and although there were only five or so people in the conversation (and it was interrupted continually by mentions of baby goats, hot showers and whether or not it was acceptable to make animal noises outside the bedroom (for the record; it is, but only if it’s a baby bird noise and you’re hungry, and this is an inherent signal to whoever’s around to fetch you some food)) some good observations were made.
Primarily, that blogging for numbers or statistics sucks and is difficult. And often offers little feedback. Or disingenuous comments (to which you (the blogger) feel beholden to reply) or spam. And that it’s entirely possible to get close to 100,000 views per month and still feel lacking in connectivity.
Which brings me to my first – a really glowysparkly moment given quite suddenly and unexpectedly by one of the writers for said HUGE-stat blog – The Educator’s Spin On It – Amanda, who suddenly remarked that she really liked my comments, and thought that you guys (my readers) were all holders of the Ace of Spades because of it.
So of course, being
cynical and jaded and naturally suspicious of unsolicited compliments cautious, I called her on it and asked her why she thought that. And this was her response:
Hmmm… you are real, but not over the top real. You take the time to make personal reflections to almost all or all of the comments posted and I don’t know you, but I felt like you would be someone I would like to have lunch with! If you ever decided to write a book or sell a product, you would have great success. IMO
At this point, the glowysparkliness went up several notches into verytwinkly, because this is something I’ve worked hard at. I don’t see the point in skimming and leaving a generic, ‘blah’ kind of comment where I want to build a relationship. For me, blogging’s all about the connections and the people and in fact, it made me rather pleased to submit to the conversation that yes, I definitely had fewer pageviews than most, but that I have a core community of READERS – people who stop, take time to read (and enjoy) what I write, and offer feedback in the comments, which gives me the chance to make friends with them – to honour and acknowledge the time they’ve spent in bothering to come over and pay heed – by writing back with something genuine.
I love that. And I love that it works, and I love that you guys keep coming back; keep engaging; keep reading; keep encouraging and conversing and joining in and having fun, and really that’s what it’s all about. Because once we’ve got past the Sharing, the Writing and the Purpose (if you have one) it truly is about fun. And if the fun stops, the engagement and everything else rapidly go with it.
If it weren’t for the fact that I have other Thankfuls (it’s been a full day), you all would be two through ten on my list.
But I do, so here they are:
2. My dear mother not minding being cancelled on for gardening, at the very last moment. As I understand it, this freed her up to go and do thing she wanted to do, so yay! It was Sandy (thanks Sandy) who reminded me, because I was responding to her post and wrote something about gardening and then realised I’d totally double-booked myself.
3. Because I was going into town to meet my darling Firecracker Goddaughter for ice-cream (with her mum) because she’s newly turned 6, and what better thing to do?
4. We ate our ice-creams outside in the sunshine (it was Baskin Robbins, so YES I’m allowed to have one of my get-out-of-jail-free passes on the ice-cream front) and chatted and watched the spring flowers nodding in the breeze under the blue, cloud-flecked sky. She loved her card from me and immediately burst into delightful giggles and called it “Ridickleous”, which I love.
5. After bidding them farewell, I went to buy new trousers for work, because since all the running, mine have become increasingly ‘ridickleous’ and have required new holes in the belt to hold them up. I’ve dropped TWO sizes, and fit comfortably into a UK10 (US6) and my little vainglorious heart (told you this was frivolous) soared up into the air where the birds sang and butterflies danced rainbows around my head. I’ve worked damn hard for this, so I feel my vanity and celebration is justifiable. This time.
6. So naturally, I went promptly (via the ‘merican sweet shop, where I found Mellowcreme Pumpkins and Grape Crush twizzly things and cherry Fun Dip)…
7. …to see WonderAunty and complain about the bits of my figure I still wasn’t happy with. Whereupon she gave me several (slightly giggly) stern looks and told me about how when I die, I won’t want to regret the sheer amount of energy and thought wasted on something so relatively inconsequential as how I look. And she’s right, but I still don’t accept it, so she told me that “Everything you say is worth a guinea an ounce”, and that this means “You’re not going to stop talking, so whatEVER!”, and that my Grandad used to say it. So that was pretty cool.
9. Another cool thing was that Guest Bard, Beth (did you read it yet?) put me onto this cool poetry challenge thing, hosted over at Playing With Words, and I was a bit leery at first, having come across the poet in a group which wasn’t all that responsive. But I read a couple of posts, got hooked, and suddenly got railroaded by inspiration and wrote an entry for it.
10. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I’m happy and thrilled to announce that this week I shall have some very, very exciting guest posts coming out in two of my favourite places in the Blogosphere.
Watch. This. Space.
Because these – these – are where my mojo came back last week, and even *I* am excited.
EXTRA! EXTRA! THE LATE ADDITION TO THE LATE EDITION:
So this morning I got up (after not really enough sleep) and I absolutely freakin’ WON AT AUNTY-ING!
I managed to get Neff convinced that having his hair cut was a good idea. That he could have ‘before and after’ pics, that it was alright that the shaver broke halfway through – that we’d trek to THREE DIFFERENT PLACES, via EPIC TRAFFIC JAMS to find a new shaver, with a half shaved and totally dorky haircut (because STUPID WORLD), that it was alright to run screaming and growling and nearly-but-mostly-not-quite-swearing together down the high street to the final last-chance shop, where they *DID* have a shaver (at which point, much to the shop-girl’s amusment, I nearly cried with relief), then take it back, field the influx of family to the flat, complete the job, shower the kid (twice, because I failed and dried his head with the towel, then the body and managed to drag more tiny hairs down (I’m allowed some rookie mistakes, right?)), give him some breakfast (okay, another rookie mistake – but in my defence I didn’t know he hadn’t had any) and then get the photos uploaded for him to draw on and send to his pen-friend, without whose inspiration and the knowledge of American haircuts-for-boys places, the discussions around this would have been SO MUCH MORE COMPLICATED….and I WIN!
I freakin’ WIN!
And this one I drew on, because it was fun. And he’s gorgeous. And I want to show off how WELL I did (this is not a boy who likes a haircut, yaknow?)
|Yeah. I turned him into Wolverine. Or Neffverine. Because he rocks.|
But before you go. Please remember Zoe’s friend’s stepson, Steven. Please consider sharing this link, and his story, and helping him to find that bone marrow match he needs so urgently. My thanks to you for caring.
Last week, my stepson Steven was diagnosed with AML (acute myeloid leukemia). His chance for survival is finding a bone marrow match. My family has joined Be The Match (a transplant organization) to help Steven and other patients in need of marrow or cord blood transplants. We are looking for help to get the word out so his chance of finding a match are increased. Thank you for the strength of your prayers through this.Love, MelissaIf you are open to supporting him, there are two different ways:1. In Ithaca: by registering at a donor drive-
- March 11 at Cornell, Willard Straight Hall Rm 4, 11-2pm.
- April 2 at Ithaca College, Phillips Hall 10-3pm.
- On-line: by registering with Be The Match (cheek swab test will be mailed) http://join.marrow.org/kolberg2. Contributing to add potential marrow donors-
- Mail to ‘Be The Match Foundation’ 510 Willowgate Drive Webster, NY 14580Please forward this URL to friends & family: http://www.bethematchfoundation.org/goto/kolbergTRANSPLANT DESCRIPTION (technology has come a long way!) Donors sought are 18-44yrs, since Steven in Korean we are hoping for help to reach Asian populations.Peripheral blood cell (PBSC) donation for a transplant merely involves removing a donor’s blood through a needle in one arm. The blood is passed through a machine that separates out the cells used in transplants. The remaining blood is returned through the other arm. More than 80% of donors give through this method.Bone marrow donation is a surgical procedure in which liquid marrow is withdrawn from the back of the donor’s pelvic bone using a needle. Anesthesia is always used for this procedure, so donors feel no pain during marrow donation. Most donors feel some pain in their lower back for a few days afterwards. Today, less than 20% is taken this way.