Well now. I’m not quite sure how to broach this delicately, or if it’s even proper to mention such things aloud. But in the habit of being born without filter and an unwavering need to always solve the issue(s) at hand… I’ll confess:
Readership is down, yo. Way down.
In fact, I’m seeing about 10% the average of readers I used to see. So, what gives? Am I boring these days? Am I writing about things that no one cares about? Is Western New York so boring and Hawaii was so awesome? I’m trying to gauge the correlation between the periods of heavy readership and the topics that I discussed and posted on vs. these times of slimmer pickins.
Other blog friends have encouraged me, explaining that views-by-the-number will wax and wane, that things will go up and down. That more importantly than the stats page of my Dashboard is the community I have here. This is a sentiment with which I heartily agree. To my regular readers, the ones who comment and whose blogs I follow – whose lives I share: I LOVE YOU AND I THANK YOU! I feel like I have the best readers ever, and through this silly little blog of mine, I’ve made all kinds of friends and contacts I had never imagined.
But plaguing me still is that gnawing issue: to those who have chosen to overlook my trusty page, here: Did I do something wrong?
I know that such feedback is uncomfy and awkward. No one wants to be the friend of mine who comes along and says, “Hey Rose, you’ve lost your edge!” I get that. No one wants to be hurtful. Well, if you’re a troll than you do. But there’s a way to help me out and be constructive while trying to leave my pride intact.
I think I’m a good writer. I fully acknowledge that my content has shifted some, and that I’m not writing as regularly as I once did… that perhaps the time constraints of my job and the move have over-shadowed my zest for blogging. In simple words: I’m probably not giving the effort here that I used to. I admit that, and I sincerely apologize. It’s not fair to have a blog and ask for readership and want to make friends if I’m not on my A-game.
But that said, I feel that since taking on a job in writing and social media – the caliber of my writing has vastly improved. My craft is honed, my tools sharpened daily on the stones of the Internet as I analyze, report, and write, write, write.
Help me out!
Do you crave different kinds of content? Do you want more hippie stuffs, like crunchy money saving ways (a post I have in drafts right now). Do you want to hear about eco-friendly habits that are easy to adopt? Gardening? Do you want more about Happy Hippie Rose at play… like hiking stuff? Outings? Running, nutrition, and/or training – fitness stuff? Did you care about my health and now you’re bored when I don’t gore you with details of the doctor’s office? Do you want more photos and crafts? More recipes?
Or just more… ME? Am I not being honest and vulnerable enough? Do you want to hear crazy stories and revelations from my personal life and psyche? We aim to please, after all. (Ha! See what I did there? Maybe some more cleverly placed pop culture references would tickle your fancy).
Or do you crave controversy? Want me to get political and preachy? Shall I talk about faith more often? Daily struggles? Politics?
Do I end too many a sentence with a preposition? Am I arrogant? Aloof? Not naked enough? Too married? Not discussing romance to your liking? Do you need more pooch pics?
Whatever it is that you’ve originally come here for, and now you find a lack of, LET ME KNOW! I can’t fix what I don’t know is broken.
If I’m boring as all get out, you can say so. Honestly: I’ll probably be sad; but for the sake of self improvement and delivering a blog that I love and will be proud of… I’m willing to go through the potential pain of exposure to difficult truths.
Thus, I ask that you lay it on me. Feedback, please.
If you don’t want to comment on in here, safely email me from the privacy of your own email client! Happyhippierose@gmail.com will get you right to my green little eyes, and I’ll try my best to respond in a timely manner.
That’s another thing you know, as a reader of many blogs – I have my own pet peeves, and I try to avoid those. Ya know, I hate commenting on a blog and having the author NEVER reply to myself or any of the others who comment. I do try to get back to everyone!
My suspicions are that it’s a combination of timing (it’s summer y’all), content, and irregularity of posting, with a sprinkling of commitment issues and lack of effort, creativity and revelation on my part. All of which I vow to improve. Not only do I want you to like me – because honestly, I do – but I want this blog to serve some purpose. I want to inspire kindness, happiness, fun. If I enlighten just ONE person to experience a lifestyle that’s more gentle on this planent or towards one another, well then I’m happy as a clam! If the trials through which I’ve been fuel strength in just one reader, I’ll be pleased. If by being myself, open and vulnerable, anyone out there can connect – this blog is worth it. This isn’t Live Journal, I don’t need such a fancy record of my life just for myself – I want to serve a purpose. So if I’m missing the mark, I need to figure out why my shot is off and correct. If we were at the range, I’d know that I’m anticipating the shot too much and wavering on the trigger. But when it comes to this her blog o’ mine… I’m grasping at straws.
Do me a favor, and just hand them to me, will ya?
Thanks – I mean it. Thank you for reading and thank you for any insight you can offer.
Happy Hippie Rose
PS. If you’re a loving unwavering reader and never sensed that I’ve effed up or slipped at all – then bless you! Could you maybe tell me why you come back? What it is you expect and enjoy over here in my small corner of the Interwebs.
And PPS – Please, I hope this doesn’t reek of desperation the way it likely does. My intentions are altruistic as possible. I just want to be good, damnit. Really good. And I know that comes from genuine work, trial and error… but I feel like this is part of getting me there too. Okay, I’ve said enough. I’m out. *Braces for the worst*