I hate this post. I do. My eyes were achy from rolling so hard by the time I even sat down to write it. But I HAD to because, as much as I feel like I just Peter Panned my shadow, (ok my soul), and handed it to Captain Devil-Hook, there is no question that these tactics work.
Here’s the thing: My mum, loves me to the ends of the Earth, which means she reads these posts. All of them.
*waves, shouts ‘love you mum’*
As much as I adore the fact mumsy reads them and tells me they’re wonderful. I’d rather like some unbiased feedback. I mean, mum thinks most things I do are good… amazing even.
Although now I think about it, she doesn’t know about the time I… 100% not finishing that sentence.
We all write for a variety of reasons: some blogs are therapeutic, some are started to meet the amazing community and others to build platforms. Whatever the reason, even if you start not caring whether anyone reads your stuff, something happens the moment you get, likes, comments that aren’t your mum, or your first spike in stats.
That’s what happens. The realisation that someone you don’t know, just read the words you wrote. For writers, that ignites the flame of desire. AND WE WANT MORE. More readers, more followers, more stats. (more…)