I’ve no idea how to even begin to parse the weekend traffic. Either Saturday is abysmal as a matter of form, or it is an atrocious statistical outlier. But writing about GK Chesterton was supposed to cause at least a brief uptick in my traffic, if not a slightly longer surge.
I know sycophancy when I see it. Chesterton has his own groundswell of fans–easily comparable to Doctor Who–who are continually trolling the cross-nets of Google and Jeeves, looking for any new reference of said subject.
Yet . . . crickets.
I do have to say, however, that there has been a severe disproportion between what I would regard as the traffic that arrives at what I would deems “substantive,” and what I would deem “an atrocious waste of time.”
Yet, the “waste of time” articles always seems to be the ones that at least take the first nudge in my traffic statistics (and speaking of which, trust me. “Doctor Who” is going to be tagged here, along with “Tardis,” Gallifrey Falls,” and “David Tennant.” I need the traffic)
I could lay in here with a 50-word screed about Kim Kardashian, and take three-hundred hits. Possibility says I could hedge a few theories about the sexual proclivities of the Jonas Brothers, and rev the motor quite nicely. Of course, I could also write some saccharine-addled piece of deferential hagiography about Kanye West, and get a thousand hits–and all of these would be from him refreshing the page himself.
But I’m better than that. My main bit of angst stems from the fact that I have–even in recent days–written a thing or two that I KNOW a decent publication would have paid for, and had it simply sit there with my stats saying that I barely hit the statistical mean.
Other times, I’ll pop in here with some five-sentence “FYI” or something meant to keep the workflow alive between posts that have more meat on them, and I’ll get 50 “likes” on the FaceBook side, and comments from varied sources.
This isn’t all the time, mind you. But it certainly feels that way . . . right about now.
But maybe it’s just me. I know this. I’ll keep plugging away. One day, it’s going to pay off.