Let’s Face It: My Blog Has Jumped The Shark
Okay, I admit it.
After 430 posts, it’s time to face reality.
My blog has peaked…and is now in a slow death-spiral.
That’s too bad, because (not wanting to pat myself on the back too hard), for a while there, The Deep Friar used to be a cool place to hang out.
I used to get decent traffic, and my posts used to generate a lot of discussion, even when I was absent.
But lately, readership has dropped, and so have the comments. Even the regulars have stopped showing up.
I dunno why. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’ve had my 15 minutes of fame, and I’ve run out of things to say.
One thing I’ve learned is that original cartoons and humor just don’t seem to cut it anymore in BlogoLand.
Apparently, the blogs that people want to read are the ones where we navel-gaze and get New-Age touchy-feely with our inner selves. Not to mention quoting dead poets, and giving advice on living your dreams, like Little Timmy who fell down the well, lost all his arms and legs, but still went on to win Silver at the Quad Olympics..yadda, yadda,yadda.
Nothing wrong with those things.
But I can’t write like that.
And even if I did, I’d want to gouge my eyes out with a #2H pencil first.
But maybe it’s not just me. Maybe it’s just summer, and things are slow.
And people have lives, and dont’ want to waste the sunny days sitting in front of a computer.
Or maybe it’s that blogs in general have peaked, and are no longer the trendy flavor-of-the-month.
In fact, a lot of my blogging friends have cut back on their posts. Some have quit altogether.
Two years ago, blogging used to be the “In” thing. Then it was Twitter. Now it’s Facebook.
Ah, yes. Facebook.
Post what you ate for supper on Facebook, and everyone will come crawling out of the woodwork, and leave comments like “Yum!” ”
But post some funny cartoons on your blog that you spent three hours drawing, and you’re left with crickets chirping.
Again, I’m not anything is wrong with this.
Good or bad, that’s just how it is.
But sometimes I’m half-tempted to pack the whole thing in.
But I’ve since come to terms with things.
Because it dawned on me that I dont’ need an audience to write.
(I mean…it would be NICE to have one). But it isnt’ absolutely necessary.
Because I have to write.
I have ideas and thoughts and cartoons that are bottled up inside me, that need to get out.
And I can’t stop that from happening, any more than you can stop the tide from coming in.
Or Caillou from having a tempter tantrum.
Or a red squirrel from chattering “Ttttt-ttttt!” at you from their treetop varmint-throne.
And if my few (dozen?) loyal readers happen to enjoy what I post, well, then that’s a nice bonus and I’m grateful.
So I guess I’ll keep up this blog thing for the time being.
At least until the shark gets tired of being jumped over, and starts closing in….