Captain’s Log 5,786
Thanks to all for the lovely birthday wishes. I am so blessed to have such amazing people in my life. So blessed.
I was checking my stats on this journal the other day and discovered that my readership is down 50% since 2012. People just don’t get into online journaling anymore. It was SO hot when I started back in 2003 on Diaryland. Now….not so much. I blame Facebook. Let’s blame Facebook for everything. Scapegoat time.
Why a scape goat? Why not a scape gnu? Or a scape three-toed sloth? I don’t think goats get a fair shake most of the time. It’s disrespectful to treat goats like that.
Perhaps it’s the word “blog” that has driven people away. I really don’t like the sound of that word. Even though I prefer the word “journal,” that might not be the correct word to use for what I do here. I did some research. Apparently, a journal is what you keep so you can write your blog. A journal is private. A blog is something like this. I just wish the word sounded better. BLOG. It just falls flat. BLOG. Sounds like a bag of something dull falling on cement. Perhaps a large bag of sand dropped from 10 feet or so. BLOG. Thump.
The fact of the matter is there are fewer and fewer people visiting my site. Fewer and fewer people are writing BLOGS. Entries are becoming shorter and less “meaty.” Let’s blame Facebook.
Facebook is an excellent social media tool, but it is NOT a replacement for serious and thoughtful writing. I am not saying that what I write here is serious or thoughtful all the time, but every now and then I do hit a point. Someday, I would like to get paid for hitting points. Unfortunately, there isn’t a large market for the points I choose to hit. If I could hit points in the sporting community, politics, or religion…….hey. My life could change. Unfortunately, most writing sponsors are not interested in photo contests urging people to wear candy buckets or reading about stupid cashiers at Home Depot. They want substance. I cannot offer that. I have no interest in substance.
Every now and then, I churn up some dreck about religion (or lack of religious understanding). That sets things off for a bit and then my world finds dead calm again. The problem with me is that I cannot maintain. It’s been the criticism of my life since I was in kindergarten. “Paula does not focus well.” And now…...”Poolie, if you would just decide to do something and stick with it, you would be so successful.” Posh and poop.
Successful people focus. Successful people do not become flibbertigibbets who prattle on about nonsense. But I love prattling on about nonsense. I am a world-class nonsense prattler. This last sentence proves it.
So as I have reached the milestone age of 62 now, perhaps I will just toss all this road to success and need to focus into the trash bin and say FUCK IT. I just wish I didn’t care so much. I wish I could wake up and just be the female version of David Sedaris. I wonder if he’d mind.
Now I need to go check my Facebook, the damn stealer of creative expression.