Apparently, you can use the like button too frequently. Strange. I wasn’t aware there was a cap. I understand that cuts down on spam, but as another blogger said, I go through spurts of both reading and interacting…which I guess some might deem as “spamming.”
Anyway, maybe “objectively” I clicked the button too quickly and repeatedly, but I’m still a person. Worthy of respect and having his “like” button back. Admittedly, I might have gotten a little crazy with it, but unless you set a clear limit on something, I’m probably going to exceed it. It’s what it means to be human. Does that make me a “spammer”? If so, I don’t want to be NOT a spammer!
He was a man against time
Fiddling with hands that weren’t his
Now the clock says “all hands of board”
So the ship points to waters twinkling like crystals
But the crystals weren’t of the highest quality
The ship sails counter-clockwise
A historic clock seemed ready to burst
To spill its guts
Just wait for that last fat gear
It’s of excellent craftsmanship
Simply beyond reproach
Does your blog lack focus? Does it matter?
I guess it makes sense that a blog should center on one topic or theme. That way, you at least can count on that blog to kick out the kind of content that you’re looking for. Writers find their niche, and those interested in the topic will find their content. This seems fairly simple. But what if you are interested in a variety of topics and wish to write about all of them while garnering a respectable audience?
Why just the other day I was talking about being indecisive about writing about writing, or delving into writing about medicine or politics. This is just a drop in the bucket for me. I could be writing about psychology one minute, then rip into the nuances of Italian cuisine the next. Hey, maybe I’d like to travel and see the world. What places should be first on my list? Things like that.
Can blogs be successful doing this? Hard to say. Much of the information out there seems to suggest that focusing on a niche and cultivating your own take on that niche is the best way to go. People can count on a specific thing. Blogging seems episodic. “Until next time.”
But it’s also possible to cover a variety of topics by looking at them through a specific lens, ie applying the same theme or viewpoint to all of them. I guess the question is: would you watch a television show that was structured this way? It’s the closest analogy that comes to mind.
As BlogTyrant said, multi-topic blogs can be successful if they employ a team of writers to churn out quality content on different topics. For “the lone writer” to tackle this kind of structure would be highly difficult. Not just in the sense of generating content, but also in sustaining a profitable amount of traffic.
Cracked.com is a good example. With their listicles and whatnot. They have a regular staff that offers up a quivering platter of content while allowing anyone to submit pieces to them. It’s obviously a format that has worked out well for them, but they have the staff and structure to handle that kind of thing.
While it seems very practical for a lone writer to pursue one topic on a blog, I just can’t shake the temptation to write about anything and everything. Maybe there’s a compromise out there somewhere.
Seems fairly simple. To engage the reader you must be authentic. But the challenge to gain a robust following extends beyond this. You also have to be original.
However, my theory is that originality is a positive side-effect of authenticity.
How Authenticity Fosters Originality
“Sometimes you just gotta be you”
Everyone is familiar with the old saying. What actually happens when one strives for authenticity? If you spend a significant amount of time cultivating a public image to the exclusion of personality traits that are unique, then “being you” is that image. So, the quest for authenticity is an organic one. You have to develop traits over time that are specific to your preferences. Considering this, originality is a natural extension of authenticity in my view.
How does one develop authenticity though? The first obvious step is to reflect on the image you’ve cultivated. Taking away the lens of society, what would you change if you could?
“So now that I’ve relinquished all of these things, what’s next?” Good question. There’s also a conundrum. The quest for authenticity is also a cultural value, and so it’s difficult to view it authentically. This might be a hard thing to get past, but no benefit is gained dwelling on it. Even though it’s a social script, it can initially serve you well. Maybe it’s all those experiences taken together that help create a solid bedrock for authenticity. And that might be more to the point. Engaging the reader relies on writing from experience since you are more likely to create quality in-depth content that way.
Hmm, re-reading that, it’s not clear to me if I said anything insightful. To be honest, I’m not very used to writing in this format.
Another spy fell through a cloud
Wondering where her next meal would come from
And if the moon and stars would break her fall
So many murmurs to follow
As if they were diseases to be hunted down
Their rise to power etched in the foreheads
Of the well-off
But they wouldn’t admit it
Too much at stake
An oil baron was chugging coffee at the local cafe
He did so with apparent abandon
Unaware of the pathogen racing through his veins
This was real
Something to be remembered
She would warn him, then extract payment for a debt
The door opened silently with a mere brush
A dimwitted, contemptuous gleam from the old man
Then he exploded into a cloud of red
Never to be heard from again
Oh well, she thought
There were other old men
Other diseased to follow
Night would come soon
And he would be scrubbed from stainless steel surfaces
No longer a he, it wandered the world
Observing the growth of shrubs in precarious sequence
So many things narrowly avoided death
3% was a glorious dimension where anything could happen
It didn’t want to say anything
To alert them to hidden patterns and possibilities
Talking was a thing of the past
The sand turned into miniature golden tornadoes
But that wasn’t enough
Everything persisted and became stale
It decided to take matters into its own hands
To dive into the sea
Rusting like a fucking bucket
Schools of fish ignored him
Sharks sniffed cautiously before turning skittish
They sensed there was something predatory about the thing
It saw death but was never granted it
But soon it would rust
And all those sad possibilities wouldn’t reach even his metal brain
Facing the glitz of a vibrant city
So many routes to choose from
Or their favorite mutated canines
She coveted that sweet skyline
A futuristic vein running through it
That would convey her at a languid pace
To a pimple about to burst with academics
But it was too soon to talk about them
A little too soon
Why not enjoy the timeless balconies
And the pink rays of a fledgling sun as they bounced
Off reflective surfaces
The canines seemed like shepherds
As it should be
via Daily Prompt: Abstract