Geez. My last post got a very disappointing number of views. 0. I don’t like to be so easily persuaded, but it seems like my blog is failing a bit. I’m not quite sure why though. Are book reviews not in vogue for WordPress? Perhaps. And I know there are only so many books I can read with so many types of genres, but even I was worried before I created my blog that it would be boring, a waste of words. I was actually weirdly excited about my last post because I thought it was a great perspective not many people think about. It was either so good that people couldn’t possibly fathom it/bother to read it or it was just a huge flop. I’m favoring the latter.
I don’t want my blog to be a collection of my thoughts. They’re not that interesting. I keep a journal for my thoughts, and people will never read them (because I won’t let them). So. What should I do about my blog? Leave it be? I can never do that. I am not one to quit. I may feel like it most of my life–that’s just the personality I was born with– but I was also born with the personality that perseveres, that forces me to finish everything I start. So I guess I won’t trash this blog. If anything, it will be a trial run for my hopefully more interesting blog about my life at St Andrews University in the fall.
Maybe I should shift the point of my blog: keep it semi-focused on books and the written word. Maybe a couple posts on special phrases and thoughts from books I’ve read along the way? A history lesson on a topic that was in a book I read a dozen years ago? I’m no expert (although I’m trying– it’s a history major’s life goal) but I have tons of educational books I’ve picked up along the way (nerd status). Maybe I should add more pictures. I just haven’t seemed to master HOW to perfect adding photos– good photos, at that.
I really didn’t want to think that people won’t care about my reading tastes. That’s maybe why I started out with Nancy Drew. And sure enough, the most views I’ve ever received was Pt 3 of my ND series. I got less for Julia Quinn, and I suppose that’s understandable, since she’s a very specific writer with a very specific genre that not everyone’s into. I get that. But what am I supposed to write about if I’m trying to cater to everyone’s interests? I received no notifications today. Not one. And that disappoints me. I thought that by writing this blog I would feel a sense of purpose in my otherwise excruciating, grueling summer in which I am jealous toward everyone with a paying job. Jealousy motivated this blog. I won’t lie. I thought– maybe I can do this, and place it on my resume, and have it be respectable and professional, worthy of the Smithsonian (where I wish to intern next summer and eventually work permanently).
Don’t give up on me yet.
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. MLK Jr