Remember the old Bill Murray movie where he wakes up every day and it is the same day, Groundshog Day, over and over and over again.
I live my own Groundshog Day as a blogger.
The dream of an ambitious blogger is he can get enough traffic to his website so he can sell advertising, quit his job, switch it to a website and have a different career.
Of all the things you have to do if you want a snowsball chance in hell of making it, you have to post and post and post.
I asked a friend of mine who manages websites what I should aim for and he told me twenty posts a day, a little less on the weekend, should be enough for me to begin to see increases in visitors.
That’s what I aim for and when my fellow writers Helen Bach and Mike Nessing, Mary and Todd and Brett, have my back, I tend to make it. When they disappear it is more of a struggle but if you are gonna do it you might as well do it and unless I’m sick or unless I’m simply too busy at work, there are the twenty at the end of the day.
Yesterday was pretty typical except Helen was Missing In Action, Nessing continued his review of every 45 from 1969, I wrote a coupla charts, a coupla playlists, and a think piece about Elton John saying he though Jesus Christ was a gay man.
By the end of the day I was down twenty-two post, a coupla hundred visitors. Not bad.
I woke up this morning and I was down to zero again.
Groundshog Day -I am living the same day over and over again and the only positive about it is that it is a day I am really enjoying…
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