Somebody asked me once
Do you ever get worried you’re just going to run out of things to write about (on the blog)
And to be honest
I’d never thought about it
But here’s the thing
Do you ever run out of things to think about?
To talk about?
Well how can you run out of things to write?
I would definitely run out of things to write about if my blog was a niche
Which is what all the professionals say you should have
A niche
Like cooking
Or make up
Or house decorating
Or collecting buttons
And I love reading about all those things as I do the daily shuffle
Around my blog followers and find others
As various as a golf swing pro that unfortunately won’t help my game
But I enjoy his enthusiasm
I enjoy everyone’s blogs
Well except the guy that I’m not sure what he is on about because it is in another language
But
I can see he is passionate so
I give him a wave as I pass through
And I really do
Get just as much out of my reading in here
As I do my writing
But because my blog is so exciting
Ok you may wish to supplement
Odd
Eccentric
Eclectic if you wish
But the thing is
No – I will never run out of things to write about
I wish
Sometimes I would run out of things to think about
Like when I’m orbiting in meditation around the same damn topic
Of what am I going to have for breakfast
And then tootling through my to do list
Or what would make a good topic
To write about
Or a theme for my Instagram page or bloody twitter
And then the timer is up and instead of meditating I’ve just spent 20 minutes sitting there thinking instead
But
No
I will never run out of things to write about
And I believe Seth Godin said the same thing. If you ever run into writers block or some such thing perhaps that’s worth a thought and then write down whatever you’re thinking about – because you will never run out of things to think about.
Also – you know how I was talking stats 👈(I think it’s that one I write an awful lot and can’t always what I’ve written)
the other day and Ray said “they’re all just numbers” yeah…well trying to build a bit of an Instagram today and the numbers had me thinking again until
I came back here to find someone and hit nearly every post I had ever written (and I’m over 200 now including my old ones before the blog closed for a couple of years – with a like.
My view for the day sky rocketed as did my likes – and you know what – it didn’t mean a damn thing to me because he didn’t stop to read even one (couldn’t of – would have taken him half an hour to dig up all those old posts!)
But it didn’t mean anything – because there was no engagement no chat – never said a word not even once – like most people say hello so you know who they are when they sty following –
No
He just came through my shop 👈 (read that post if you don’t get it) like some sort of whirlwind – bought up all my doo dads and then left.
And I appreciated all that effort but
Little bit dejected – I followed him though so I’ll go and chat his ear off tomorrow. Poor man.
Anyway that’s it from me and all that for the night – not a lot of poetry as I’ve been doing short form all day – which has been really fun (considering I lack the art of summary over here)
Couple below for you – tonorove sometimes I can be brief and to the point.
Sorry, before you go – On that topic – the Instagram short form poetry – I read an article today about a guy who decided to see if he could become a famous Instagram poet by writing (basically rubbish poetry) on scraps of paper with a doodle here and there and off he went – his Instagram page for his poetry went mad and was extremely popular even though he wrote the worst sort of things you can imagine
So
There’s blooming hope for my scraps yet 😂 night all take care God bless 😇
Header photo not mine: it’s a Pinterest image that I found and I love it –
