22 posts. That’s it, my annual WordPress stats tell me. That’s all I cranked out in 2011. Yeesh, there was a time when I had to sit on my hands to make sure I didn’t produce more than 22 posts in a week. But that was when there were but 452,000 plus or minus WordPress blogs — there are an estimated 60 million plus now — and when I was whinier and incessantly insistent that social media and blogging was going to change everything … and quickly.
I didn’t count on it changing me, this flood. But I find in the flood of “here comes everyone,” that it’s a little less fun to write. I still do it for me, for my clarity of thought. But the compulsion isn’t there as it was before when to blog felt more daring, more the world of a pioneer, or, perhaps better said: an early settler.
I do find it fascinating that my banana mango smoothie blog post still pulls in major hits, day in and day out. Blogging about smoothies — while utterly fun for me — was one of the ways where I saw the utter power of well placed key words and what was possible in a blog. But it seems Google has realized what I have known for awhile, my blog sizzle is not as hot as it once was and my banana mango smoothie post hits dropped from over 5,000 in Oct to less than 500 in December. They’re on to me, this slacker who once held the blog banner high.
I’m still here. More entrenched. More institutional. Less at the bleeding edge and more at the interior and mainstream where there is not blood, but decay; decay that cries out for that which is fresh and new, revitalizing and possibility-making. Oddly, all the at-the-edge, at-the-extreme things I’ve learned are that which make me valuable and critical in the part I can play on the institutional interior now. Odd. True. Right. I turn 49 this year; the Crone’s year. The year of 7 x 7, but I guess that’s another post, were I to get to it.
Happy New Year, lovelies.