Sitting across from me, arms folded on the edge of the cluttered table, he sat calmly, or was it disinterested? I couldn’t tell. I’ve always over read these types of things. We were sharing a cup of sausage gravy and two browned Bob Evans biscuits which to me are better than sex. He likes his biscuits drizzled with gravy while I prefer mine drowned, drenched, daubed.
I was attempting to describe my new blog to him, and how social media is completely necessary and leverage in any publishing deal later on. He picked up his coffee cup and looked away. “My moms neighbor made 60k with his blog last year”.
I wasn’t really sure how to reply to that. The point of my new blog wasn’t necessarily to plaster it with ads. I squeezed the bottle of honey and waited for it to ooze into my cup of tea. We were different like that. I was more “tea” where he was “coffee”. I looked for the silver lining while he looked for the next storm.
“How are you going to get people to follow you?” He asked, scraping the last bite of biscuit off of the plate, swirling it through the gravy before carefully consuming.
I had thought about that, but vaguely. I kind of had the thought that “if you build it they will come”. I had done a little research on the topic and picked up the same old tips from various other sites.
– tag your posts
– add pictures
– join blog hops
– blog often
I rattled some more tips off, including following others in the hopes that they will be just as interested in following my blog. But to be honest, I wasn’t really sure how I was going to build a fan base ( I think everyone goes through this?).
“You’re going to have to write about sex”. He said this to me in the same manner one would ask me to pass the milk. I stared at him, not in disbelief, not offensively, but blankly. The waitress set our eggs and toast on the table, and I silently prayed she hadn’t overheard our conversation.
“Right,” I squeaked, not skipping a beat. I punctured my sunny side up egg with a fork and let the yolk ramble across my blue rimmed plate. I soaked up the yolk with a piece of wheat toast, as well as the words that were now being exchanged across the table.
I did some more googling and found a page by Jeff Goins, called Goins, Writer. The blog post was titled “Get more followers by breaking all the rules” and detailed doing something “dangerous” and writing in ways that broke the mold, shocked your readers.
I liked his approach, I liked the blog, generally speaking.
But what about content? What about skill? Does obtaining new followers entail age old gimmicks? I know, I know, sex sells. Perhaps I’m a bit of a prude (hopefully not?) but I’ve been choosing the blogs I follow based on how well they are written, how creative they are, how much I can learn from them. So Mr. Goins, and the man across the table, I hope you are wrong. I hope my writing and approach is enough to bring in followers, but if not, I’ve got more than a few stories to share.