This is my 500th post!
Wow, it makes feel as if I should have a celebration or something. Grab your party hats, raise your glasses, and toss some confetti. (I said confetti, not your cookies Mr. B. Elena cleaned up after you once today.)
I’ve noticed I can never predict how many readers a post will get. I don’t even come close. There are some that, as I write them, I think will draw readers. Only to find out at the end of the day, I was completely wrong.
I find that I am statistics addicted when it comes to my posts. After I go to my dashboard to approve comments, I hit the statistics page. Some totals I find easy to understand and others make me wonder. 6 hits a day or more on my Bottomline Books posts—easy to understand, they fleece people daily.
What makes me wonder, you ask. I wonder what sort of posts my readers prefer to read. Would you be interested in some short stories? My struggles of working to change from one of the unpublished to the published? Dialogues with the little editor, my muse, and characters? More ‘life with the idiot dogs’ tales? Life as the wife of someone with MS? Gardening? More recipes? On the other hand, I could continue to wing it as I’ve done for the last 500 posts.
On the weather front …It’s still snowing here and along with it, we have wind, lots of wind. I’m glad that I added fresh water to the pond when the temperature hit 45 degrees the other day, at least I don’t have to worry about the Koi.
Posted on February 26, 2010, in Misc, My blog, My books, Weather related, Writer, Writing and tagged Author, Beads, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Coffee, Craft of writing, Crafts, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Snow, Writer, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Doggonedmysteries 
congrats on post # 500 just keep going the way you are I may not comment every day but I always read it every day plus I try to remember to rate it
Aw, thank you Sweetie. It’s nice to know you are there every day. And thanks for the ratings!
Congrats!
I like the mix, too. Coming here is always a surprise. “What did she write about today?”
And there’s that little voice in the back of your head saying, “please don’t let it be about me.”
Or maybe, “Let it be about me.”
I’ll never tell which.
LOL! And I’m afraid to ask…
I think that you should carry on just writing what you feel like writing, whatever topic slips into your head. It’s truest and most readable when people write like this. A couple of blogs I used to read fell into the habit of only writing what they thought people wanted to read, and lost appeal almost straight away.
Congratulations on the 500th post – quite the milestone!
I was rather surprised when I noticed it would be my 500th post. One of those ‘what, already?’ moments.
I also read daily and rate it as well, but I think you knew that, lol. I like the variety of subject matter you come up with, otherwise it would get boring, so keep up the good work.
Here’s hoping I can do another 500 without boring you all.
Congratulations, and some virtual bubbly. Was this 500 for 500?
I too, have no interest in you changing what and how you write. The thing that people I have sent to you comment that they enjoy, is that you write from your heart.
Not exactly 500 for 500 since I did take a few days here and there for things like the PW conference and Halloween.
I’ll continue to fly onward and upward.
500 posts is a biggie so congrats!
I am a total stat whore and freak out when my daily average goes down for a few days in a row. I hit my big milestone of 500,000 hits! I am in Nirvana.
The stats are so very addictive. Nirvana for sure! Congrats! I doubt I’ll get to 500,000 hits for years.
Okay, no planned out posts. I’ll keep doing this the way I have been–flying by the seat of my pants. Thanks for the feedback everyone!
I like the variety; the surprise. Reading your blog is like a little present every day, delightful and unexpected. So I vote firmly ‘wing it’.
Wing it I shall do.