I’ll be honest, as I believe that’s the best approach, but every time I tweet anything I’m hoping to see a long stream of retweets.
Saying something that strikes a chord with people is arguably the best thing about twitter. Whether it’s funny, insightful, or just a furious rant, it’s good to see that people concur with your thoughts.
So, continuing with my honesty tact; every time I post a blog I hope for a huge reaction and a readership of millions.
It’s absurd, but it’s the childish hope that you’ll be discovered after doing very little work, and then be propelled to stardom that makes you try anything.
For a brief period, around 2010, anything I posted received a large volume of praise & a lot of readers. For a brief period I thought I could achieve my goal of being a football journalist. The praise obviously made me delirious.
I’m not sure when things changed though, but change it has. I get very few retweets, posts rarely get any kind of readership, and as a result the motivation to write has diminished.
It’s no bad thing, and the reasons for it are plentiful, but it seems everyone has a blog these days & rather than spread the word about others they focus on promoting their own.
This over saturation leads to people carefully selecting what they read. Nobody wants to read 18 strikingly similar pieces about their clubs new signing, for example.
There is also a lack of genuinely interesting stuff out there, and unless you’re an original thinker or very funny on a consistent basis, it’s not likely too many will read what you post.
It’s seen many great bloggers retire, some post rarely, and although the quality still remains, the passion and the drive appears to have gone.
I had my time in the spotlight, but like a tv soap actor who pursued his dream of being a pop star only to fail after one song, I just live in hope that people don’t realise it’s me serving them in Burger King.