Some of you already know I had the good fortune to have WordPress pluck Monday’s post from obscurity, and make it an article on their home page. Heck, some of you even knew before I did and were kind enough to pass the information along. Thank you!
For those curious about the experience, I thought to do a brief post-mortem:
1. You will get traffic. A ton. As in, I’m told Tartitude is well patronized for an unpublished writer’s blog, but I had forty times the hits of a typical Monday.
2. All those daily variations in your statistics over which you used to agonize? You know: whether a decline in hits reflected a poor title choice? A lame subject? The phase of the moon? They don’t matter any more. Your statistics curve now resembles a worm who swallowed a skyscraper — the awkward way — those old patterns, nothing more than a scar on the worm’s exterior. Minor blog pattern changes will not show up on your graph for a while, until the surge passes, so say goodbye to obsessing.
3. If your policy is to respond to every person that comments, you might want a rethink. People are generous on WordPress. If you’ve left them a question to latch onto, many will reply. Fantastic way to build community, but it’s hard to say “thank you” in sixty fresh ways. (NOT that I’m complaining.)
4. It helps to have a good layout and content, especially a biography page. My blog’s far from perfect, but I’ve revised its format since I was lucky enough to be freshly-pressed in March with a post about British ‘umor. I had far more people roam and linger this time than last. Naturally, most will move on to climes better suited to their needs, but those who return are more likely to stick. They have a clue what they’re getting themselves into.
5. Hang on and have fun! Really. As demonstrated in the goofy photo above, it can feel a little overwhelming; as if you’ve opened the door in your bathrobe and slippers, expecting to find the UPS delivery person or your mom; instead there’s a marching band that bursts into My Heart Goes On — trauma enough, even for a Canadian — and a special someone on bended knee, a ring box in hand.
But on this day you are special. Wooed. Your clothes are warm, have that freshly-laundered smell and the ring sparkles on your finger. Enjoy it before the crickets have chance to regroup in your comment box, because they most likely will. 😉
Have you been lucky enough to be Freshly-Pressed? If so, how did you find the experience?