Sunday, 7 October 2007
It’s the worse thing in the world……
I have been really tempted to dive into the ‘Newcasted Brown Fales’ saga (this is the best pun I could come up with that linked our Master to Bottles, if you think it’s bad you really wouldn’t want to know what ended up on the reject pile) but it really has all been said over the last day or so.
So really this is a post highlighting the fact that it is my 101st contribution to the Blogosphere.
Which I guess is a landmark of sorts.
I’m probably not alone in this but there have been days when I have really struggled to come up with anything to post about or to be more precise find a slant on a news story that I’m happy with. And it’s at those times when blogging feels more like a chore than a pleasure or a hobby.
On the other hand there are days when you feel you have really nailed a point, someone you respect links to you, you get a ‘mention in despatches’ (appearing on the Dale lists, acceptance into Blogpower and the Witanagemot etc) or when daily traffic is pretty good (for me 40+, don’t laugh) when there is a bit of a buzz and the impetus to continue returns.
But to be honest the former has been more prevalent recently. And having reached a particular figure (that for some strange psychological reason seems to attach an importance to itself) it does rather concentrate the mind on what the return is considering the investment in time and effort. Not so much in terms of recognition or traffic, but merely a consistent personal satisfaction of a job well done.
And very occasionally I do feel like calling in the Dutch to drain the ‘Swamp’ and recover the land for more practical uses.
I imagine that there is an observable pattern to this. A percentage of bloggers who drop out pretty quickly after starting and then at particular points in time after starting the others who follow.
The letter of resignation isn’t typed up yet, or even hand written in draft. However there are a few phrases that are committed to memory for use on the day, whenever it comes. A bit like, ‘Your Majesty, would you mind awfully dissolving Parliament’.
A slug of ‘Newcasted’ and off to bed. Actually could ‘a bottle’ be the new collective noun to describe the members of the Brownite tendancy?