There are still 2 weeks before New Year’s, still time to sweep out the old, prepare for the new, our writing house included.
The past 2 posts looked at what went wrong and what went right. Today, for the 3rd and last time this year, I look at my numbers. People who favor words don’t always see the value of numbers, which is unfortunate, for a look at even loosely gathered facts can lead to very useful changes.
This blog is number 80. To date, I’ve written roughly 32,000 blog words. (By comparison, my novel has roughly 110,000 words. My most recent nonfiction book has roughly 90,000. A new essay, forthcoming, has 3,000.)
Highest number of rewrites on a single post: 7. The 2 biggest reasons a post didn’t work: a failure of heart and/or a muddled mind. Posts, on the other hand, that went like silk through the hand: 3. I am grateful.
0 posts abandoned of late, which is an improvement. The last time I looked, it was several .
Once only, and with careful deliberation, I used the blog to speak to a particular person.
Once only, and purely by chance, the photo came first, then the text.
15 times, I hit a spike of pronounced reader interest that created a stir for this modest life. My all time high this year remains 655 viewers on a single day. The least is still 1, but you can’t get much lower than that.
9 posts prompted lively conversation. Youngest reader weighing in: 17. Oldest: 82.
I’ve tested 3 things this past year: the comment feature, a series, and sidebar format.
I spent roughly 50 hours on education, studying a half-dozen blogs, culled from 5 times that. The best of these will be listed here, next week.
Number of times I’ve adjusted a title or a first line with SEO in mind: 0. Number of times I’ve reflected on how this is not smart: many.
Days I had no interest in writing: a few, here and there. Days it went particularly well: some. The rest of the time, it’s the usual ebb and flow of a writing life. Along the way, many things have happened in real life and you have read 0 about it here. This is a blog for writers, not a diary, though real life is certainly a feature.
Daily, I call upon 2 resources for sustenance and inspiration: the newspapers and public radio.
Number of times I’ve read this year that there aren’t any readers left in this world, just techno-consumers, just browsers: 58.
Number of times I’ve ignored this reality to pay attention to my writing: 58.
Photo credit: Ralph Aichinger, sxc