One of my all-time favourite writers among the Australian pioneers of blogging is Mrs Woog. She had a bit of a break from writing last year, but started again recently. She’s in a similar headspace to me, except she’s managing to be really funny in the current lockdown. I’m sure I’ll crack you up again soon, hang in there …
Anyways, she wrote a post this week called “What a pack of bitches!”
She noted that she’s been receiving criticism from her former fan base.
“I used to love reading your writing..” one email announced. “But all you do now is complain about getting older and food, and you talk about your animals way too much!”
Erm, sounds a lot like my ramblings …
NB The title isn’t about the person who complained.
I won’t run all of Mrs Woog’s funny musings, as I don’t want to steal her clicks, but she kicks off by saying: “You see, Megan, the reason that the topics of my modern-day Woogie version of cuneiform have narrowed down is that I started writing on the web when I was 34. I am now 203, and
you fucking dingback darling former reader, life goes through some substantial changes during that time.”
Oh yes, it certainly does.
Fortunately, a few people chimed in with positive comments about her blog (comments on blogs are rare as hen’s teeth these days, even for queens like Mrs Woog).
One noted: “Has anyone seen the news lately? I’d much rather hear about your pets and hot flushes. I’ve been following long enough that my children are teenagers and I’m in hot flush territory. The best bloggers you feel you know and you look forward to hearing what’s happening in their lives. Voyeristic perhaps but I’m living the dream too and I’d much rather do it in company.”
I reckon a few of HouseGoesHome’s followers have been with me for a decade now. That’s right, HouseGoesHome turns 10 later this month.
HouseGoesHome has always just been about me having a daily blather. As I’ve previously noted, it’s kind of like that episode of Seinfeld called “The Pitch”, where NBC executives approach Jerry after his comedy act and ask him to come up with an idea for a TV series. George decides he can be a sitcom writer and suggets the idea of it being “a show about nothing” that focuses on the minutiae of daily life. The executives hated the pitch!
There’s more sitting than comming at HouseGoesHome at the moment, but it’s been quite the ride over the years. I’ve published 3500 posts, which have been viewed more than 1.2million times by more than 445,000 visitors. My all-time most clicked post – A funny thing happened when I talked about sex – is approaching 50,000 views. It’s an accident that it’s my top post and is purely due to a bizarre coincidence involving dinosaur sex and a TV show called Blackish.
It was written in 2014, which is about when my popularity peaked. I had around 114,000 visitors that year, whereas it was just over 37,000 in 2020.
I’m not bothered by the drop, overall my daily numbers are pretty stable, so there’s a tribe that’s sticking with me. The blog has always simply been an outlet for my love of writing, with a bit of DIY therapy thrown in for good measure. I don’t have commercial aspirations for it, much as I’d like to make a living out of writing from the heart.
Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me over the years. Hope your weekend is a good one, despite the current trials of COVID.
Song of the day: Cyndi Lauper “Time after time”