I was just having a little look on Twitter - a place I rarely visit these days - and I noticed a tweet about a list of Top Tweeters. Mmmmm .... I thought ... Top Tweeters ... Well that's a list I certainly won't be on. This is mainly because I rarely tweet about anything and when I do my tweets are hardly earth shattering.
I will probably never appear on any list of fabulous tweeters or bloggers because I just don't work hard enough at it. I am a bit of an arm chair tweeter/blogger. I write for me and not particularly for anyone else. Of course, when people come by and leave me comments, or follow me, or generally show signs of liking me or the way I write then that is absolutely fabuloso ... after all I am as susceptible as the next person to flattery!
However, I don't spend hours working at improving my standing in the wonderful world of blog. Frankly, I don't have the time. Even now I am typing as quickly as I can with my slightly over-long gel nails because I need to get changed for football, have to defrost summer berries for tonight's pavlova and really should be reading for my end of degree essay ...
And anyway ... I don't think lists of top bloggers and tweeters really show the best writers. There are bloggers I have read, in my role as and meeter and greeter for BritMums, who have less than 20 followers and yet they write beautifully, from the heart. The best bloggers, in my opinion, are not the ones who write about things they know will get lots of hits or who write reviews on products they have received for free. The best writers , the ones I love to read, who move me to tears sometimes, are the ones who write about their own lives. The single mums who struggle with their little ones, writing as a release ... the mothers who have lost children, who have children who are ill ... the people who are honest, writing from the heart.
The writers who turn me right off are the ones who really fancy themselves as 'serious writers' and who fill page after page with self indulgent drivel. Now, don't get me wrong - I am prone to a bit of self indulgence m'self - but I don't pretend that I am the poet laureate or an undiscovered genius.
Its funny isn't it? Just because you get on a list doesn't actually mean your blog is the best blog since sliced bread. But it does mean that lots of people know about or read your blog. And that is achieved either by lots of hard work - getting your blog out there by pressing the flesh like crazy - or by being jolly lucky - or, and this is the rarest thing, sadly, - by being absolutely brilliant.
My blog is my place of sanctuary and, if I'm being completely honest, I know its never going to be on a big all-singing list of fabulous blogs. Of course, I would love it to be. I'm not that 'umble. But I don't work all day trying to make my blog well known. Some of my posts are rubbish, some are ok and sometimes I look and think - gosh, that was quite a good bit of writing. So I shall carry on pootling about. If you have made it to the end of this post, then thank you!!
I will probably never appear on any list of fabulous tweeters or bloggers because I just don't work hard enough at it. I am a bit of an arm chair tweeter/blogger. I write for me and not particularly for anyone else. Of course, when people come by and leave me comments, or follow me, or generally show signs of liking me or the way I write then that is absolutely fabuloso ... after all I am as susceptible as the next person to flattery!
However, I don't spend hours working at improving my standing in the wonderful world of blog. Frankly, I don't have the time. Even now I am typing as quickly as I can with my slightly over-long gel nails because I need to get changed for football, have to defrost summer berries for tonight's pavlova and really should be reading for my end of degree essay ...
And anyway ... I don't think lists of top bloggers and tweeters really show the best writers. There are bloggers I have read, in my role as and meeter and greeter for BritMums, who have less than 20 followers and yet they write beautifully, from the heart. The best bloggers, in my opinion, are not the ones who write about things they know will get lots of hits or who write reviews on products they have received for free. The best writers , the ones I love to read, who move me to tears sometimes, are the ones who write about their own lives. The single mums who struggle with their little ones, writing as a release ... the mothers who have lost children, who have children who are ill ... the people who are honest, writing from the heart.
The writers who turn me right off are the ones who really fancy themselves as 'serious writers' and who fill page after page with self indulgent drivel. Now, don't get me wrong - I am prone to a bit of self indulgence m'self - but I don't pretend that I am the poet laureate or an undiscovered genius.
Its funny isn't it? Just because you get on a list doesn't actually mean your blog is the best blog since sliced bread. But it does mean that lots of people know about or read your blog. And that is achieved either by lots of hard work - getting your blog out there by pressing the flesh like crazy - or by being jolly lucky - or, and this is the rarest thing, sadly, - by being absolutely brilliant.
My blog is my place of sanctuary and, if I'm being completely honest, I know its never going to be on a big all-singing list of fabulous blogs. Of course, I would love it to be. I'm not that 'umble. But I don't work all day trying to make my blog well known. Some of my posts are rubbish, some are ok and sometimes I look and think - gosh, that was quite a good bit of writing. So I shall carry on pootling about. If you have made it to the end of this post, then thank you!!
