Audiences: I catch the international folks and the early risers when they are up & about.
Standardization: The blog comes out the same time every day. Before, I might post early with a chron job or late if I ran out of day. At an Alabama Phoenix Festival panel, Devil’s Panties artist Jennie Breeden explained that she worked this way. Her posting is so reliable that when she was late, a family member called to find out if she was okay. This struck me as a desirable level of professionalism.
Less immediacy: When Mathilda wedged herself in the stall like Winnie-the-Pooh, the story suffered a time lag. She hurt herself on Saturday. I wrote about it on Sunday. The details saw the light of day on Monday. If I ever return to day-by-day training notes, this system will make the blog more like a prime time recap than a live broadcast.
Harder follow-through: Since the post is automatic, I forget to post on the follow-by-Facebook page, which is not automatic.
Originally scheduled: a long blather on how my scheduling changed, why it changed, and what that means to the ultimate fate of life, the universe and everything.
Instead: another blogger’s more evocative blather:
Bippity, Boppity, Horsepoop
I was brought up by a militant feminist single mother in the height of the MS magazine era. Stories for Free Children ring bells with anyone? As a result, I never bought into the Prince-Charming-coming-to-save-me fantasy. (I ended up with one, but the point is, I wasn’t looking.) However, I have been guilty of waiting for my blog to be Charming. In her post, Bippity Boppity Bullshit: Lessons from Cinderella, Midnight & Moxie, Marissa Bracke says, “I believed that if I worked really hard and studied really hard and figured out the ‘right’ things to do, there would come a day when–Bippity Boppity Boo!–my business would be flourishing, the money would be flowing, and I’d be breezing my way through a nonstop cycle of blazing productivity followed by serene and stressless rest or recreation.” Yup, that was me. Waiting for blog nirvana. She reminds us that life doesn’t happen that way. Midnights come & go. “What you lack in glass slipper you make up for in frock, and that even if your horseman is a mouse, your hair never looked better.” So, picture me grabbing my pumpkin and stomping toward that darn ball. Blog on.
Did you notice a change in the posts? Did it make a difference?