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Why No One is Reading Your Writing
I think you know why.
Deep in the digital Rust Belt of Wordpress, my boarded-up, foreclosed first personal blog sits, all overgrown grass and broken windows of young adult angst mixed with amateur cultural criticism. The 513 posts netted me a cool 44,700 views since 2008. That’s about 10 readers, per day, over 12 years. I can’t be convinced they’re not bots, crawlers, or folks who got lost on their way from Live Journal.
My first sports blog — at which I was also a managing editor — vanished from the Internet in 2009. My first beer blog — a hipster satire of the overly precious and pretentious white male liberal word-ejaculate in which I’m now fully, unironically swimming — wiped out that same year. My second sports blog — at which I was, again, managing editor — whisked away in 2012.
I retreated to a sports content farm, in 2012, where I was told by some proto-MAGA punk to write one assigned listicle every day for every longwinded think piece I would’ve rather written. I didn’t. I just used the blank space to write about Flow Theory, Rape Culture, and Late-Capitalist Dystopia. I got axed … from a content farm.
I came here in 2014. My first Medium post has 12 total views. 12. It took another nine months for me to reach any kind of audience — a harrowing 9,000-word tale of my 2012 spent without…
