the casual conversational tone of a blog is what makes it so very dangerous
After several years and 2342 posts, this will be my very last blog.
It’s served its purpose, kept me sane and literate, and introduced me to several very interesting people.
However, no matter how hard I tried, from time to time I would post some quite inappropriate things, which did me no credit at all.
Besides I detest the ‘new’ block editor.
So, thank you so very much for reading and commenting, but good morning and goodbye for good.
I hope you have enjoyed reading, as much as I have enjoyed writing.
no more deadlines and commitments
being known by a lot of people is not the same as being liked
very well known, and very unpopular with some
Little did I think that eventually this blog would have had 200,000 hits. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that’s a lot for a blog written by a bloke. Especially considering the eclectic mix of stuff I write about, and how controversial / opinionated / difficult the topics I choose can be. It would appear that I can be prone to lecture at times.
Looking around at WordPress it seems to me that blogs written by women attract a far wider readership than my efforts, and that they receive far more comments than my posts do. It could be that’s just my perception, but I don’t think so. And, I can think of several good reasons why both women and men comment more on a blog written by a female than they would on a blog written by someone who is an obvious guy.
But, just because this blog has now had 200,000 hits doesn’t necessarily mean that either it or I am popular. Maybe it only means that I’ve been around a long time. The oldest post still on here is dated 17 November 2013 ~ since then there have been another 1,924 posts that still exist, and 10,311 comments. (Along the way a fair amount of crap posts have been trashed.) So I may neither be popular, nor well-liked ~ just old.
I could court popularity, or write a blog specifically designed to attract the greatest number of followers, the highest number of hits, the most likes, and a constant stream of comments ~ but I’d have to decide why the fuck I was doing that. Getting lots of attention would flatter my ego, but not necessarily in a good way. To me, courting popularity is one short step away from promiscuity, and I have very mixed feelings about that. I’d far rather be true to myself, think and believe what feels right and proper, write what I want to write, say what I need to say honourably, honestly, and openly.
Anyway, sorry if I disabuse you, but mostly I write this blog for myself.
In real life, in the past, I have courted popularity, because back then my self-esteem was lower than a snake’s belly. I firmly believed I needed the positive affirmation of others to feel worth anything. How sad was that?
Some say that popular people are better people. And that if you’re not popular then you’re nobody. All I know is that popularity is not the same as quality.
Marmaduke is very popular
he’s a very cool bear
history is what you make of it, and the editor’s opinion is final
the first picture I posted ~ my old sports car SARA
Seven years ago, on or about 24 June 2013, I started to write and publish this jackcollier7.com blog. Looking back, I wonder what on Earth possessed me to think I could possibly do such a thing! And the me from back the would have been amazed that the damn thing is still going about 2,557 days later!
Back then I knew nothing at all about blogging, other than I had read some pieces on some other people’s blogs. I mean literally, I knew nothing about blogging, and there I was starting off to write what was to become a daily effort of blood, sweat, toil, and tears.
Originally this was all supposed to be about personal finance, and the wider world of Banking, Finance, Economics, and the Consumer Society. It’s changed a bit since then. These days I’m more likely to publish some erotic photographs with risque text to accompany them, as I am to write a piece about financial matters. It’s actually up to you to decide whether you like my blog or not ~ but come what may I will write and publish what I want to write, just as long as it’s legal, honest, decent, and within my own ethical guidelines.
Since I started in June 2013, I have published 1,748 blogs. I’ve written more than that because some of the stuff I wrote I thought was dross before I published it, and some of the stuff I’ve published I’ve trashed after it’s been published. Even I sometimes have second thoughts.
In total there have been 9,651 comments on this blog, of which 3,328 are mine. It says that I have 2,554 followers, but that number is hopelessly inaccurate ~ probably less than 100 people regularly read / like / comment on this stuff today.
What I do know is that I still have 3 very loyal followers from those very first days. Some others who follow my blog have also been doing so for a very long, long time.
I guess I will go on writing because it does keep my mind active. And, I have met some very interesting people through this blog, a few of whom have become very dear friends indeed.
Whether or not to go on writing just the same sort of stuff???
Or to try something completely utterly different???
Honestly, I don’t know ~ what do you all think
my most frequently used picture
hmmmmm still features a car
Don’t post anything online that you don’t want the whole world to see.
Today I have 2,200 followers. How cool is that?
Unlike Trump, I don’t continually upset those who read my stuff.
When I write here,
I merely follow my instincts
It is only through our losses, failures, and hardships that we learn true growth and enlightenment.
How does one measure success in blogging?
Some would say that success on this platform can only be measured by how much money you have been able to make from your blog. As I don’t actually need any more money than I already have, then monetizing this thing has never appealed to me.
There are some very raw statistics that might tell me that the blog is a success;
- Number of followers; 2003
- Number of posts; 1024 (but that does not include the posts I’ve published and subsequently trashed)
- Number of views; 138,600
- Number of comments; 5,658 (not including the half-dozen comments I’ve received and trashed ~ for the benefit of whoever had sent a perhaps unsuitable few words)
Although I prefer to think that true success is measured by quality, and not quantity.
However it must be true that I am writing things that people want to read ~ else how would this ordinary English guy have had followers who stuck with me over the 4 years I’ve been writing this thing.
A very big thank you to you all
Words are also seeds ~ they grow, mature, and then bring forth after their kind.
I have suddenly realised that I haven’t been commenting on the posts I read as much as I used to do. You all have my apologies for my serious lapse in blog etiquette.
It seems that I have had a lot on my mind of late ~ and I had a 4 week vacation in California, from where it was hard for me to comment, (on a tablet, with limited internet access).
Just today I also realised that my frequency and care in commenting on all your posts isn’t going to improve for about another month.
This Hay House World Summit I’ve signed up for is going to take a hell of a lot of time, energy, and commitment from me. I know that I’ll have stuff all over the garret if I’m going to have a chance of achieving what I want, need, and desire from this programme.
So, you all have my apologies in advance for not commenting so very much on your most excellent posts.
We must give respect to our readership.
Over the weekend I noticed that this blog has now had over 100,000 visits / hits.
On top of that, it seems I now have 1,250 people following my blog.
Just how amazing is that? I feel quite good about all of it.
A great big thank you to all the very good and very interesting people who have contributed to these amazing numbers.
(I could mention a few special people by name, but that would be unfair. You know who you are anyway.)
I was quite satisfied with my creative life. I’ve always had reinforcement from a small but devoted readership. ~ Edith Pearlman