Several months ago I noticed that my blog traffic was lagging. I still had my faithful followers, and a new reader popped in from time to time, but I wasn’t getting that mind-boggling kind of growth that makes the publishers beat a path to your inbox. I consulted with my main writing guru, my son Christian Piatt, and I read several “how to” articles on increasing blog traffic. I didn’t learn anything new, but I was reminded of the NUMBER ONE thing a blogger is supposed to do to build traffic – be consistent.
I’ve tried several times to blog on a schedule, but after a few weeks, I fall into the same old hit or miss pattern. But this time I was determined it would be different. I made up my mind that, regardless of what happened, I would post a blog on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and this month I added an Alzheimer video by Rick Phelps on Sundays.
I’ve kept to the schedule and even got my posts written a day ahead so I could schedule them to go live at 9:00 am (CDT). It’s been working pretty well – until today. I got up with nothing scheduled and no inspiration. I argued with myself that missing one day wouldn’t matter, and like a student facing her teacher without her homework, I thought of all kinds of excuses why I don’t have a post. Here are my top ten:
- My grandmother died (20 years ago).
- I used all my good ideas for the sites that require exclusive articles.
- I was too depressed after the Cowboy game.
- I was too engrossed in the novel I’m reading.
- I had to go to a church ice cream social.
- My dog ate my mouse.
- I was upset that I have to wear this stupid boot another six weeks.
- I had a brilliant post half written, but we had a power surge and I lost it.
- All the other bloggers already wrote about all the good stuff.
- My muse is on hiatus due to the impending government shut down.
So, as my Aunt Fay would say, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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