Twentynine February Twentytwelve
It’s Bonus Day again! Which means, ack! I’ve been blogging for FOUR years. I’m probably still not “doing it right,” but it is succeeding as I meant for it to. It sorts my thoughts, settles them down into words, and people who want to can keep tabs on what I get up to. It isn’t easy to write for anyone and everyone who might stop in, the whole world or no one. But it is, because I’m not writing for my audience, not here. That is what is easy to forget. WordPress graciously provides a vast array of tools to track my blog’s “progress;” how many hits, search engine terms, most popular posts; all by the day, week, month, HOUR. Wait. What? Talk about slipping off center, losing focus, mission drift ~for all of you playing Buzzword Bingo~ How am I supposed to keep my writing pure when I know nobody liked that last post? It’s tempting, but not very, to stop looking at the site stats. It just makes me feel so good when the bar graph creeps up. Someone is reading my words! For which I thank you, each of you. I understand that you never know what you’re going to find here. I have not defined or targeted or refined my content beyond what is in my heart or on my mind or getting all up in mah grill this week. I try to stay positive and out of the Deep Blue Funks, only rant & rail when I’m going to burst if I don’t, and refrain from degenerating into really poor English. It may be the only marketable skill I have if the Fates send us back to the real world.
And now, for some recent pictures: