I’ve been writing every day for about a week now, so far. Much of what I’ve posted up until now have been things that I wrote months or years ago and am just now publishing.
I’ve seen a few people trickle in, leave some comments, “like” some posts. It’s good to see that there are, at least, a few people who are intersted in what I write. But unlike other blogs that I’ve tried to do in the past, my main goal with this blog is not to drive a huge amount of traffic to my blog. That would be cool if it happened, but that’s not my goal.
In order to get traffic to my site I would need to focus very much on the content of what I write. What kinds of keywords, how my posts affect SEO (Search Engine Optimization). I would need to plan out posts, have a general strategy, maybe even advertise a little bit to drive traffic.
The problem is, the only reasons why anyone would care about driving traffic to their blog is because they want to make some ad money, or they are convinced that what they have to say is absolutely essential for people to read, or they might be promoting a brand or image of some kind.
I don’t have ads on my site, I don’t think that what I’m writing is essential for anyone other than me, and I am not promoting anything at this time. And that’s the truth. So I can’t really blame anyone for not reading my blog. I don’t really read theirs, so there’s no hard feelings here if this isn’t a popular blog.
I’ve read many times that if you want to be taken seriously in the “blogosphere” that you need to be part of the blog community. You need to read posts, follow people who are like-minded, comment on the work of others, be involved in the cyber world of blogging.
Meh. I’ll pass.
That sounds like a lot of work to me. I didn’t take up blogging so that it could be a second (or in my case third) job. I don’t want to spend time surfing the web for blogs to follow.
I am, perhaps selfishly, writing for myself. And I could easily, and historically have, written all of my writings in my journal. But writing to publish exacts a different kind of creative process than journal writing or writing knowing that no one will ever look at it. And writing to publish also forces me to question and analyze my writing more.
I have noticed over the last week that a question about my writing has . . . intruded on my mind, and it’s a rather revealing and probing question about what I write.
Is what I write important? Is it important to those who read it? Is it important to me?
The act of publishing every day has forced me to ask myself: is what I write making a difference? Or is it just something that I do just to get into the habit of writing more? Is this blog something that I believe that people should want to read, or is it more of a public place where I share private thoughts?
I think that at this juncture I don’t know the answer to that. And there is a very real possibility that I never will.
I suppose that question may not even be very helpful to answer. If my work is important to people it will find its way to them, or I’ll find a way to reach them over the course of time. It’s not something to worry about. My writing is obviously somewhat important to me, otherwise I wouldn’t be subjecting myself to the potential humiliation of publishing my work. But is it truly, deeply important, or is this just an exercise in writing more?
But that first, fundamental question raises other, more pertinent questions around what I feel is important to write about. If my writing is important to me, and I suppose that this blog proves that it is, then what things are important to write about? What kinds of topics, themes? Should I post more of my creative writing, stories, songs, and poems; or should I focus on creating new content around life, business, tech, religion? . . . I don’t know. I’m kind of making this up as I go along.
. . . As I think about it, I realize that this post is not likely going to be a popular one. It’s got a lot of questions and very few answers. And asking nebulous, rhetorical questions in a blog post seems . . . counterintuitive and pointless. It’s not like anyone is actually going to answer any of these personal questions for me. So what is the point of this article?
I don’t know. And at this point, I suppose that I don’t care. I’m writing, I’m posting, and that is what I set out to do. The rest I’ll figure out later.