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August 25, 2004
If I could find my Raisinet
I've been told that I'm a whore. Right now I feel like one.
I spend too much time checking to see how many hits Bastique gets on a regular basis, looking to see who's searching, what key phrases they're using. I want to be a top-of-the-heap, hot number one, leading authoritative reference on Google's search engines, simply because I have so much to say and think that everyone with any sense will get something out of everything I have to say.
An early post, way back in June, stated,
“Whether many readers find my daily musings interesting is actually somewhat incidental. My ego would have me send this link to all of my friends and expect them to keep up with me regularly. Ultimately, I need to do this—to express myself continuously, stringing together word after word until I am able to gather complete thoughts together to form an article.”
I've sent copies of my writing here to Michael and he said he's seen a vast improvement in my skills. This is the reason I am writing this!
I am an accomplished author, whether or not this fact is realized. Daily practice of writing here, on my personal blog improves those skills. Although I am delighted when people read this—most notably when I receive constructive feedback, my ultimate goal is that self-improvement. It is only through the distraction of how many links are out there pointing toward me that I am led away from my ultimate reason for blogging.
But I won't be removing the below referenced Meme posts. I still want the wandering web-surfer to find me. I don't think they're going to be a common reason to take up space here. After all, I didn't write them. I cannot own them. I appreciate their import, but ultimately, they bear no meaning to the fulfillment that I seek here.
Posted by Bastique at August 25, 2004 11:33 PM