I am not trying anymore. To write a killer blog, that is. You see, I have written, as Saddam Hussein would have called it, the mother of all blogs. The pièce de résistance, the crème de la crème. And what do I have to show for it? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. No appreciation. No recognition. In fact, my hurriedly written pieces have garnered more respect.
To be honest, I can’t remember what blog it was but I know when I was done writing, I had this sense of accomplishment and thought, “This is good stuff. People are going to love it. Freshly Pressable for sure.” I had all my ducks line up. My T’s were crossed and my I’s dotted. The topic was fresh and applicable and the delivery delivered like a professional writer. At least in my opinion. Yep, this was the one.
I clicked ‘Publish’ and waited. And waited. And waited...If I write it they will come, right? Well I wrote it so why weren’t they coming? I kept checking for that bright orange star signifying that I had received a ‘like’. It stayed grey. At the end of the day, it had one view. One view! My dream blog. My masterpiece, only viewed once! A virtual slap in the face! How embarrassing! Damn waste of my time and mind! I should quit blogging!
Now as I keep blogging, I wonder if I could ever come close to matching the blog that got away, the one you didn’t read. The one with the one view and no stars. Like I said, I am not sure which blog I remember it being a dandy.
So let me ask you, have you ever written such a blog? One that you seriously thought was one of your better work and then watched as it went by relatively unnoticed? Which blog was it? I’ll go check it out right now. In the meantime, go take a gander at my masterpiece. It’s in there somewhere.