8 am: Today is a writing day. You’ve officially decided you will commit to publishing regularly (daily, or 3 times weekly, or monthly, whatever)
8:01 am : You begin by checking your email. There are a couple from your family, you ignore those (again). There are a couple from PR people looking to exchange space on your blog, or asking for post or two for a free something-or-other, or maybe some small amount of cash or gift certificates. You flag a those for later consideration, and delete a couple of others. (Note: if one of them offers a free trip to Disney – or anywhere, quite frankly – the rest of the day is scrapped in favour of attending to this gem, even if giveaways aren’t your thing).
8:10 am: You check Facebook. There has been a lot of activity in your writers/bloggers/publishing/authors group since you last checked from your mobile at 11:30 last night. Don’t these people sleep? Right, some of them are on the West Coast (but still?!?)
8:40 am scenario #1: In one of your groups, a member asks a question resembling the following: “Hey all, my most recent post just surpassed 6,000,000,000 pageviews. How do you recommend I make a fortune with all this traffic?” You wonder whether your blog’s focus is misplaced and you’re missing yet another dot-com boat.
8:40 am scenario #2: In one of your groups, someone writes: “Have you seen this?” It’s a post which has provoked a viral debate on Reddit, Tumblr and some other platforms you never realize existed. You wonder whether your focus is misplaced and you’re missing yet another dot-com boat.
9:00 am: You sit back down after calming and soothing yourself with that dark chocolate bar from the fridge, or another bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. You realize if this ‘blogging’ thing is really going to work, you should be more plugged in to what’s going on in the blogosphere (or is it blogsphere?…you’re still not sure).
Forget your post for the day, let’s do some research about how to bump the numbers a bit.
9:10 am: After some Googling ‘How to Get More Pageviews’ or some iteration of that question, you realize you’re doing most of those things, and yet…
Know what? Let’s take a break and put in some laundry, make a bed or two, and have a snack.
…the laundry is in…the bed is made…you’ve chatted on Facebook disingenuously congratulating that writer with 6,000,000,000 page views (maybe they’ll notice you and mention your blog); you watch two and a half episodes of “Pawn Shop”.
11:12 am : Okay. Never mind all that, let’s just write the post, okay? But first, you click on the dashboard button and check your pageviews…there have been 4 more since you logged on this morning. A moment after getting excited you realize 3 of them are you linking your’best posts’ to that new social media group you heard about.
11:30 am: There are a few new notifications from your Facebook group. You interact with them for a while. After all, what’s more important than maintaining a presence?
12:30 pm: Why am you so hungry? Ooooh! Look at the time. Lunch.
1:00 pm: Enough shenanigans. You really should get something done today. After all, it’s your writing day. You begin writing your post. About halfway through you remember how important it is to include the right keywords, images, and videos within your piece. You take to Flickr and YouTube scrolling for something that is appropriate, attractive, and not copyrighted. Good luck. You really should should pay for a legit acocunt on a photo sharing site…but really? More money?
2:00 pm: The kids have to be picked up from school in twenty minutes. You leave the computer and wrestle with your snow pants, panicking because now you’re running late even though all you had to do today was write.
3:00 pm: The kids are finishing their snacks and procrastinating about their homework. The kitchen is a mess with dirty lunch containers and banana peels, the computer still sits open at your blog page but now your 9-year-old reminds you he’s not in kindergarten anymore and needs to get online to do his homework. Crap.
5:00 pm: Homework is done. The kids are away from the table, keeping themselves busy until supper (which you haven’t started yet). Quickly, you sit back down to complete your post; it won’t be an award-winner, but at least you’ll have something to show for the 9 hours since the kids left for school this morning. There’s another Facebook notification. It’s a post from a writer friend discussing how he had the whole day to publish something, but the exercise proved fruitless. You spend twenty-two minutes commiserating.
5:40 pm: Your spouse comes home. You apologize that dinner is nothing fancy.
“How was your day?” she asks. “Did you get much done?”
“Not as much as I’d hoped.” you answer evasively.
“Maybe you can get some more done this weekend.” She suggests.
“I’ll try.” you say, “But it’s really hard to get stuff done when the kids are home.”