I only started this WordPress Blog in April. Maybe I’m expecting too much from the Eye Life. But patience is a virtue that has eluded me all my life.
You may be wondering what I am talking about, or typing about as the case may be. I can understand that. I barely know what I’m talking about myself. But let me enlighten you.
WordPress has this “thing” called Freshly Pressed which is featured on their website. It is a kind of reward for “good” blogs which drives more traffic to your site. After all, if someone writes a blog on the Internet, and no one reads it, does it make a noise?
Two months–well, nearly two months–and 16 posts later, I still have not been Freshly Pressed. I am wrinkled. Ugly. Not even freshly squeezed. I don’t even know why you are bothering to read this, since my blog is obviously worthless as blogs go. Print this out and use it to line your bird cage. Buy a bird if you have to. I mirror mediocrity. Maybe I should aspire to mediocrity. Hope for it. Embrace it!
So I began to wonder why my incredibly entertaining blog was not getting the limelight it deserves. After all, I have a catchy title and a beautiful picture. I am more or less funny
looking. Alas, blogs are not judged by their titles alone.
My wonderment sent me looking for answers. Google is my friend. I quickly found an article about Five Ways To Get Featured on Freshly Pressed. I thought I was on to something here, but I couldn’t be sure.
The author looks young enough to be my daughter and she uses phrases like “video rocks.” I am in serious trouble here.
I quickly scanned the article, but shamelessly submitting my article was not an option. Neither was paying her off. I’m not savvy enough to hack into their system and feature myself. I am in really serious trouble here.
So I actually tried to read the article.
Write unique content that’s free of bad stuff.
I do that! I have written about how I named this site, about my two new dogs, how I voted, my MahJong angst, about the recent Rapture that did not occur and Satan visiting my site. How many blogs can say that! (How many would want to?) Whose side are you on?
Include images or other visuals.
They want “original” images or ones that are properly credited. OK. Hmmm. I included my own pictures of my dogs, although my wife technically took the photos. I have included videos and I believe that credit was paid where credit was due. The picture of the baby suckling on the cow was my idea and photoshop. Still not good enough.
I added tags. I’m three for three, or maybe two and half for three since I probably didn’t credit every single image, but this is not a term paper for a grade or an application for a Nobel Prize here.
Aim for typo-free content.
Hunt and peck. Spunt and heck. I can spell check. My grammar ain’t too good though. She’s got rheumatism.
Cap off your post with a compelling headline.
Let’s look at some of mine: Picking your Noes. Get it. Not nose, but noes. Since I was voting “no.” Funny, right? Creative? Apparently not.
MahJong MoJo is No Mo. Unique? yes. My own screen shots–very original. Neat name. Didn’t tickle any fancies.
Who Let the Dogs In? Pretty funny story about our two new dogs. Kind of a play on Who Let the Dogs Out–get it? Apparently not.
Udderly Ridiculous, a post about genetically modifying cows to produce human breast milk. Udderly? Utterly? Get it? They didn’t.
I’m flummoxed. Stymied. Constipated.
What have those other blogs got that I ain’t got?
Courage. Free advertising, apparently.
So I checked out a few of these blogs featured today. . .
Happy Towel Day. Seriously? “Awesomely Nerdy News and Reviews?” Sure there’s a Youtube Video–and I guess that rocks. I guess it’s unique since I’ve never heard of it. As a Steeler fan, I have a Terrible Towel. Does that count? But the final picture is clearly copied . . . you can Google it here.
Homemade Peking Duck with Mandarin Pancakes. I can’t cook, but I love duck. If you ever get a chance to visit the Village Inn in Belgrade Lakes, Maine, stop in and have the duck. Best. Ever. But this site has pics of the duck in preparation. Duck hanging from a string. Was it suicide or fowl play? I don’t know.
Egg Farming? Built a chickencoop. Now they have chicken poop. Yea! [Doing jazz hands.] Original pictures (and a really kickin’ chicken coop!), but hardly unique. I tried to farm chickens once. Nothing grew. I either planted the eggs too deep or too close together. I gave up after that.
Six things you won’t be ordering from SkyMall. I have never ordered from SkyMall so my list is way longer than that! The pictures look like they were taken from the magazine and it certainly seems to be advertorial, whatever that means.
I could go on but what’s the use. I may as well be typing at the wall. And no one is reading anyway.