I haven’t taken to wearing sunglasses indoors, or pushing my cart to the front of the grocery line (I’m not suicidal), I don’t have paparazzi stalking me, and I haven’t hired a personal assistant to respond to my blog comments. But I am enjoying my fifteen minutes of Freshly Pressed fame. All of the attention kind of makes me feel like high school, right after I was freed from glasses and braces.
I saw the emails start coming on Friday morning to moderate comments, and received a chat message from a subscriber that confirmed my suspicions. My first thought was, “Yay! This is so cool!” My second thought was, “Oh…of course this had to happen on my most revealing/embarrassing post ever.” Then my third thought was, “Wait a second…I think this is a test.”
Here’s why that thought came to mind:
On January 5th, I published a post about blog stats, after feeling deflated because my stats were way lower than others I had seen. (You can read that post here.) I felt a little down (kind of like in high school when I still had glasses and braces.) I picked myself back up declaring that I didn’t care about the numbers because I have fun writing and have awesome regular visitors who comment on my posts.
That previous statement is 100% true, but this Freshly Pressed thing caused a minor relapse. Out of curiosity that would kill even the hardiest cat, I succumbed to the temptation to monitor my view counts. Though impressive, that lovely little bar graph makes the rest of my blog’s history look like nothing. Even though it’s been a huge something to me.
Not good. Not good at all. Because I know all about the Freshly Pressed Effect. I’ve read about it on other previously-freshly-pressed blogs who described huge drops in visits after the spike during Freshly Pressed. It’s true; I’ve been warned that I will be cast aside like yesterday’s forgotten child star. I am, however, fairly confident that I won’t end up on the show, Celebrity Rehab. (Mainly because I’m not a celebrity, and my only addiction is to chocolate.)
I have another confession: I looked at my subscriber count. I hadn’t done that since the January 5th post. I know, almost two weeks of self-control down the drain with one mouse-click. The reason I regret doing this is that I know the total count now. When people get a few posts via email and think, “Geez, what was I thinking?” then unsubscribe, I’ll feel a little bummed wondering where I went wrong (kind of like when a friend stops returning phone calls. Oh. That doesn’t happen to you?)
But wait, I can still fix this. As long as I refrain from looking at that screen again, I will never know. (Does anyone know if there’s a way to hide that portion of the Site Stats screen? I may have uncovered a second addiction.)
I’m okay with visit trends going back to ‘normal’ – whatever normal becomes. My fifteen minutes are nearly over, and the blogs I regularly visit haven’t seen me for several days. I don’t know if they miss me or not, but I miss them – and will stop by soon. I also have many new blogs to get acquainted with.
In light of my impending plummet back to normalcy, I guess I’ll have to cancel my appointment with the Hollywood stylist. That’s a disappointment, too, because judging by the outfit I wore to my first interview (described in my previous post) I obviously need help in the wardrobe department 🙂
P.S. There were several comments that Askimet let go, but just felt like spam to me, so I didn’t approve them. My apologies if you left a valid comment that didn’t get approved. (I approved and responded to several others that I suspected were spam but had some credibility.) Here’s one I didn’t approve:
job intervies make me very nervice, i guess i should learn more from you.
Do you know what triggered my ‘spam radar’?
No, it wasn’t the abundance of spelling errors. It was the statement, “i guess i should learn more from you.”
No one should learn anything from me. Especially anything related to job interviews.
Anyone care to place wagers on if I can resist the pull of the stats screen? Come on, someone tell me I’ll never be able to do it so I can prove you wrong 🙂