My Blogging Experiment...Continued

The first thing I do every morning is sign in to Google Analytics to see how many folks read my blog the day before. I'm not sure what most of the stuff in these reports means, but I'm pleased to see that I have around a dozen visits every day. Some days I have more--as many as 30--and other days I have less. But most the time I'm hitting right around 12 or 13.

One thing is clear--I need to find a better way to promote my blog. Posting the URL in my bioline and hanging out in chat rooms on gay.com has got me this far. Because of this strategy, however, my most popular posting is "New and Improved Gay.Com Sucks." My postings on other topics aren't nearly as popular. But that's ok, I'm doing this mostly for me anyway so I'll keep blogging gayly forward.

Gradually I've added some of the "gadgets" available from blogspot. I like the "labels" directory. Seems to me it makes it easier for my dozen readers to find the postings they most want to read.

I'm less satisfied with My Blog List. It's not about the blogs I'm following. The problem is that I've had a hard time finding blogs I want to follow. A lot of the gay blogs are too focused on porn. Most of the political gay blogs post more or less the same stuff. If you have some suggestions, I'd love to hear about them.

The other day I added AdSense. I was startled to see ads for Ann Coulter and the Republican National Committee appear. I don't think I'll be getting much revenue from them. In fact, given my huge following--the bored dozen--I'm not likely to get much revenue anyway. But the odds would improve if the ads were more relevant to my political views. It's not like I've been tight-lipped about them or anything.

If you're not familiar with AdSense, my revenue will keep accumulating until I make my first $100. Then they'll send me a check. I hope I live long enough. Anyone interested in starting a pool to guess the date I'll get my first check?

Thanks for reading, and tell your friends! I need all the help I can get. In the end, however, success might keep me from being...

The Crotchety Old Man