Boring.
I know when I first started blogging watching paint dry was a highlight but I have learned and I have tried to change it up. I work very hard at it every day. I try to pepper in some funny here and there. I even share some of my deep personal reflections on mental health from time to time. But I do not post the same stuff day in and day out. I try to mix it up.
We bloggers live for comments. We can have 974 followers and 82 email subscribers through various reader services but if not a one of you leave a comment we feel like we have failed. Like we are a total waste of URL.
But I say if we are boring you to tears, then we don't deserve a comment. We deserve to sit in our squeaky office chairs and type our fingers to bloody nubs and get nothing in return. I just went through 29 posts from other bloggers. And when I tried to read through their various pages I was reading the same post over, and over, and over.
I beg you to do something for me. Should this blog or The Zoo for that matter ever get redundant and bland and drab and olive, I plead with you to leave me one comment that says, "Olive." It will be our little safe word. I'll know exactly what that comment means and I will redouble, retriple, re whatever my efforts to change things up and make them worth your visit.
And if you are a blogger and you get a comment from me that says, "Olive" know that I mean it in love. I mean it to remind you that olives come in different colors and stuffings and flavors and seasons. So should your blog.
12 comments:
Can anyone whose blog is entitled "Notes from the toilet bowl" ever become boring?
I. think. not.
I'll comment more too, I promise - lurker Em
Or "Thoughts," - you know.
Up all night with a sick toddler - bygones :-)
I don't think you need any olives. Especially the green ones. They're gross.
I think you're good! You should put a big green olove button up somehwere as a reminder ;)
I like green olives.. ;)
I think sometimes we all get stuck in a rut, thanks for the reminder to keep things fresh! Love the olive idea.
This is great! I feel like I deserve an olive...maybe I need to mix it up a little, up the ante!
I'm a lurker b.c I have to be a the present time in my life. No internet at home sucks. Oh and I have switched over to wordpress, so the NBP you see in my blogger account will go bye bye soon.
Meet the Maid? And you warn us that you might be boring? Not a chance.
I'll pass all my olives your way, though. Hate them, but olive oil? Love, love, LOVE it!
I love olives.... Mmmm! Pass me a green one. :)
you're talking to me, aren't you? just kidding. I think :)
Please, oh please don't call me an olive. All I can think is "Olive, my love" (all of my love). Now I'm talking in pure randomness.
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