So, I’ve realised something over the last few weeks, and I am going to admit it right here, right now.
I do blog for happiness, but I can’t sod the stats, and why should I sod them? It’s interesting looking at the numbers, and it’s a measure of whether I chat crap and drivel or things that people actually want to read about.
The thing is, even though blogging is a hobby, it’s one I spend an awful lot of time doing and I put a ton of effort and love into this little portion of the internet. I adore it, and everything that comes with it, and that, for me, includes having a look over my analytics. There is very little I like more than crashing on the sofa of an evening, with a glass of wine, twitter open, chatting away, and blog hopping. I have my details stored so that commenting is easy as pie. I’ve met some wonderful and beautiful people with the kindest hearts and buckets of talent, who’s paths I’d likely never cross if it hadn’t been for blogging, and if the Internet broke, well, let’s just say I’d be very very bereft (also, very very broke, given that’s how Ross and I make our living).
I realise it’s a long, slow burner, but lately I feel like I’m hitting a brick wall. Maybe I’ve run out of ideas, maybe I am just a hugely narcissistic idiot. Maybe I need to leave it for a bit, maybe this is all in my stupid head. Maybe I just need to catch some kind of break.
One thing I do know for certain, is that if I took my analytics away, it would drive me potty.
Any words of wisdom and advice? Is there anything you’d like to see here, or anything you don’t want me to blog about? Hit me with it, people, I am braced.