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I have a confession to make... I don't check my blog statistics. Do you? Why? What do you learn from them?

I suppose if I'd digested all of the information in those blogging stat guides correctly I wouldn't be making this statement now. I would probably be analysing them like crazy and would know just what I needed to do to increase  my blog traffic. But, do I want to increase my blog traffic?

Here's the thing - I blog for pleasure and not followers, likes or blog traffic.

I'm a romantic blogger and blog for the enjoyment of it.

I'm a romantic blogger and blog for the enjoyment of it.

 

I suppose we all do to a degree - otherwise why else would we impose blog writing and the internal, and physical pressures that come with running a blog, on our already busy and knackered selves?

There will be those of you that may conclude that my above statement, about blogging for the love of it, is a cop - out. Perhaps it is. But, I do know that since I cancelled my subscription to Statcounter a sense of calm and acceptance has descended upon me. I kid you not, I was positively becoming obsessive with statistics.

If I gained new followers I was naturally elated and if I lost them, as you do, I was deflated. My worth as a writer was in danger of only being measured in terms of my blog traffic. Should blogging really be as superficial as that?

So sad was I that I would even check my stats in the middle of the night, if I awoke for the toilet.

That's pretty bad, isn't it? And what useful information did I glean from this bleary - eyed analysis of my blogging attempts. Nothing, nada! Sometimes folk visited and sometimes they didn't. Sometimes they would stay for a while  and sometimes they took a  mere nano-second to decide me and my blog were not for them. Some hardy folk returned for more, time and time again. I never did quite figure out what they were reading though.

And I could see which part of the world they visited from.

That gave me a few  oh my gosh, they're reading from there! moments.

I tried to get more blogger savvy.

I tried to get more blogger savvy.

 

I would try to make my posts more world-wide friendly. But, I'm a Yorkshire woman living in Yorkshireland and maybe, just maybe, that is why folk visited in the first place? We all like to read about other people's lives, don't we? They'd seen Sean Bean on tha telly and thought Ey up it's the female equivalent of him.

They finally left when they realised that even Sean Bean was nowhere in sight. It was just me and some mouldy Yorkshire pudding. I don't even own a flat cap, it's a beanie: and my dog is a greyhound, not a whippet!

Blog stats are not strict blog stats.

Blog stats are not strict blog stats.

 

Then I moaned about blog stats on my blog Write Dorne and was reliably informed that blog stats are predominantly made up of Twitter followers anyhow.

So how can they be called blog stats? It beats me. Not everyone on Twitter is fool - hardy enough to blog... right?

Blog stats are too much like doing maths and my romantic and arty - farty soul is somewhat scared by figures, sums and stats.

And whereas most folks follower figures increase, mine have a habit of dropping. I'm not sure by how many exactly, because I don't keep a check on them; but, I do suspect some folk have abandoned my ship of lately.

I don't take it personally though.( I just sit in a cold, dark, corner and quietly cry to myself. It does me good. There's no need to feel guilty about leaving me.)

I mean do you have time to sit and read blog posts all day? I certainly don't. We all have to be selective with who we follow, what posts we read and how often we comment... right?

It's quite easy to drive yourself demented with the number of blogs out there in the blogosphere.

It's quite easy to fall apart at the blogging seams.

It's quite easy to fall apart at the blogging seams.

 

And then there's the guilt!

You're a selfish little blogger because you haven't returned the favours, of all of the followers that follow you and take the time and the trouble to comment on your posts. Good luck on that one if you have in excess of 1000 followers. You don't need to sleep or have a life do you?

And we all write short posts... ahem, well sort of shortish! Why? Because we know that some poor sod is out there frantically scanning your post, so they can like at the end - without feeling the guilt of just hitting the like button. Because, you may just get found out and ousted as someone who just likes the post - without actually reading it.

Does this sound familiar?

Some folk have got wise to this and have removed the like button. If you've read and enjoyed, stay a while longer and comment, appears to be their philosophy.

Is this you? Do you have a like button, or are you testing whether we actually read your posts? I can't say I blame you.

And then ( I've nearly done now) there's Twitter.

If I get another tweet telling me that I can buy more Twitter followers - I will explode.

I believe in doing things on my own merit. If folk follow me on Twitter it's not because I have bought them; it's because for some unknown reason they have decided to follow me. ( They clearly don't know me.) Well, none of us actually know many of our followers, do we?

And, because Twitter = blog followers, my followers are not bought either. I didn't buy one and get one free.

So, to all the Twitter  follower  - sellers - type - people... leave me alone. If I ever decide to go commercial I will contact you.

Am I stupid, or what? (Quite possibly.)

I have no doubt there will be some of you who disagree with my philosophy. I'm guessing that you're more competitive and a better business person than I am, or ever will be. And you will probably make your living blogging.

If you can spare a moment, share your views with us.

I for one am open-minded and you might just show me that I need to get with the stats and where the action is.

Convince me!

But, for now I will stay with my small and intimate blog. I'm one of life's plodders. I don't get anyway fast, as I'm too busy gawping at things. But, if my poxy, ( worthless/ god damn awful) blog and quite frankly - crazy posts can help someone along the way, then that'll do me just fine.

The fire is lit and the coffee is on.

The fire is lit and the coffee is on.

As always, thanks for reading and you'd be welcome on my small, but cosy blog, Write Dorne. The fire is lit and because there is a more manageable number of us, I can provide drinks and nibbles. Yummy... aren't these tasty?

Dorne x