I have written over 500 blog posts – three times. What I mean is that on three different occasions I have surpassed 500 posts, but that is only because about once a year I perform what I call “blog maintenance.” That is when I go through previous posts and look for things that:
- Seem outdated
- Express opinions too harshly
- Should not have been written in the first place
So twice now I have reached about 530-ish posts before erasing a good pile of stuff. In addition to the above reasons for deletion, I also have a tendency to post chapters of novels. After enough people have read and commented, I always delete those posts mainly to avoid my writing being pirated. I have at least one friend who found out the hard way that her books available on Goodreads and other places had been electronically reproduced and then sold through Amazon by someone pretending to be the author. If I leave chapters up here long enough, that’s likely going to happen to me too.
Many of the blog posts that I deleted were written long before I was “Freshly Pressed,” which means that very few people, if any, actually read them. However, there was also a pile of posts deleted that were post FP. Lots of people read them and commented. So why delete them? Because they were dumb. No, not the people who read them. The posts. Let me explain.
There are many writers out here who write some fabulous stuff. Unfortunately, “fabulous” doesn’t automatically mean anyone is reading it. On the other hand, there are many people who are not necessarily writing anything of interest. However, the writers themselves are very interesting, and hundreds of people are reading everything they write, no matter how dull it might be. It might be like Johnny Depp putting a meaningless editorial in a newspaper. It might not say anything worthwhile, but you can be sure people will read it due simply because of the author. Understandable, but annoying.
Many of the deleted posts, which totaled over 100, were politically themed. There were rants about President Bush II, John McCain, Mitt Romney, and Republican policies in general. There were a handful of rants about things that annoyed me, such as poor drivers, people on television, and people who wanted to be on television but weren’t. There were also a few short stories that will soon be published, so I needed to clear them out before the publisher finds out because some publishers have this weird idea that to put something on a blog is using “first rights” so then it’s like your story lost its virginity or something. I know, crazy, right?
A few other posts needed to be deleted because they were the first versions of something I had later re-posted because, although they were good, they were pre-FP’d, and nobody had seen them. For example, my famous post about Michael Jackson and what was at one time by far my most popular post ever – my ranking of the Disney Princesses. The first versions had to be discarded because they were blog clutter. And there were also posts in which I simply wrote about things I eat, don’t eat, would like to eat, and would like to eat but shouldn’t eat.
I also had to delete a few things because I have at least two stalkers, and I determined that certain posts had caused them to think I was writing about them. Although I was not, I didn’t want to incite them because, well, stalkers are dangerous. This one isn’t the violent dangerous, just the stupid dangerous. She knows who she is.
There were other things I had written that struck me as interesting not because of what I had written but why I had written them. Roughly a year ago, year and a half, I worked my way into what has been called a blog “clique.” It was a group of maybe 20, 30, 50, I’m not really sure how many people were regularly writing, reading, commenting, sharing, etc. It seemed to me that after a few months, this group was gaining a cult-like atmosphere.
The group was very successful at adding up the “likes,” views, comments, and “re-blogs,” but it seemed like we were just writing for each other. It became evident who did or didn’t have certain political or controversial leanings. It also became evident that if you did not write something in agreement to those leanings, you could find yourself right in the bull’s eye of a dartboard. If someone wrote something that was in support of gay marriage or legalizing marijuana, and you commented in opposition or even commented with ambivalence, you might find yourself swarmed upon. Claws would be out, fangs would be sharp, and the thirst would be for blood.
In one particular literary spasm, someone had written about how very few national statues depicted women. My comment was in the direction of “please tell me ten women to whom you feel statues should be dedicated.” My comment was an honest request for the writer to tell me her list of women who deserved statues. I just wanted her opinion of who should go first. Unfortunately, my comment was interpreted as a challenge. The reactions assumed I had instead written, “I doubt you could tell me ten women who deserve statues, but go ahead and try.”
The names, the vicious things I was called were unreal. On my blog I had recently written chapters of fiction in which a deranged man stalks a woman. People were writing things akin to, “I read your story. You’re a horrible man. How dare you even comment on something in support of women when obviously you hate women?” It was the most unfair thing anyone had ever aimed at me.
Someone had misinterpreted my statement, which was like making a wrong turn. Then everyone else not only followed the first wrong turn but then hit some kind of turbo boost and rocketed further down that same wrong turn. Each time I tried to defend myself and explain, I was told to “stop being defensive and just accept that you’re wrong.” I guess their rationale was that nobody should ever defend his or herself. If anyone ever accuses us of anything, we’re just supposed to accept that we are wrong, submit, allow ourselves to be dunked in the lake, and then convert to whatever their way of thinking might be.
Before that angry day, I was writing a great deal and building a great audience and blog numbers – but I wasn’t writing anything worth a damn. I was just writing to make the group happy. I was not writing I wanted to write. I had become addicted to numbers, views, likes, comments, and silly pats on the back in trade for my willingness to play along with the others, as long as I played exactly the game they wanted to play.
That group had some good people in it, smart people. Unfortunately, those smart people were caught between an angry, misguided mob and some unfortunate individuals who dared express either a dissenting opinion or an opinion misinterpreted as dissenting. And even if it had been dissenting, since when is that a crime? I get a kick out of people who claim they will fight to the death to defend your right to express your opinion – as long as your opinion is in line with theirs.
This wasn’t really the direction I had intended when I started this post, but it’s rather clear that something kind of pried its way in and took over. At this point, there’s really no graceful way out of this except to say that I went through my list of 500-something posts, I deleted the stupid ones, and you might want to do the same thing. Or not. I mean hey, it’s your blog, and it’s a free country. Do what you want, as long as everyone else approves.
34 thoughts on “Blog Maintenance”
If I delete all my outdated and political stuff, I would have only a couple of posts left. 🙂
Culling over 100 posts must have taken some doing – in time and effort, if not some soul. I like to think that much of the problem with mis-understanding blogs and belligerent opinions is that people read with their own voice, and they skim. They don’t actually take the time to read properly, to appreciate someone’s style; they miss the sarcasm and wit, as well as the point much of the time. But hey, as we’ve ascertained before, I’m just a Brit queuing for the cookies (or has that post gone now?), so what do I know.
you know more than you allow yourself to believe you know. exactly – nobody takes the effort to really read. skimming is now a skill, but a bad one. thanks for reading.
I haven’t deleted any … but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t ..; just never took the time. Meanwhile, to those you get upset or took you words the wrong way, I guess they probably don’t understand your sense of humor.
i’ve been accused of that. well, i don’t really understand how it’s my fault (i’m not suggesting you have said this) when others don’t understand my humor. maybe their idea is that i should know when others might not understand my humor, and then i should adjust. i think?
We are kindred spirits in many ways.
I often sift through my shit and delete stuff. My major overhaul was when I switched from blogspot to wordpress and outed myself (my blog used to be anonymous) so many stories really had to be deleted. Often now I’ll start writing something and stop myself, re-read what I have, and simply delete. I guess that’s why I hardly ever write on it anymore… it all comes down to “now why would anybody want to read that?” Besides, if I haven’t got time to read, then I haven’t got time to write. Right?
if my blog were anonymous, the content would be far different. there are positives and negatives to everything. the anonymous positives are obvious and might outweigh the negatives. the negatives would be that i would always feel like i had a secret that i could never tell. that’s not fun. it’s “fun,” but not fun.
i getcha. i got to spill the buckets on so much stuff. soooo much stuff. now i need to remain clean. not much fun in that. or there is, but it’s a different kind of salty sweet fun.
I remember that story. Of all the books I read last summer, yours is the one I remember. I remember that fight too, and thinking it unfair because Jay was equal-opportunity malicious, and probably more so towards men because his interactions with women were fantasy.
I do the blog clean-up too. Of the 470 posts published, 150 have been removed from public view for one reason or another.
“blog maintenance.” Good idea. I’ll take a maintanace look at my blog soon.
It can’t hurt.
i tend to move on from them once i’ve released them into the universe and let them be as they are, for better or worse –
I missed your last story set, primarily due to time constraints. I have done what you have done, deleted a group of posts. Mine was due mostly to a change of circumstance making those no longer relevant or true. Eventually, perhaps I will delete some more, who knows. I think though as to to rest, people see / read with their own filters that is what moderation is for.
Oh wow, that blogger who misinterpreted what you said about female statues is quite stupid. That’s the thing about people, they skim life in general, instead of observing what’s been right under there noses in the first place.
By the way, i said that. 😉
I like your blog a lot, well done, and keep writing! x
you said that? then you’re more specialerer than i already thought. thanks.
haha thanks, although specailerer might not be a word hahaha x KEEP POSTING!
thanks. you too.
no worries 😉 x
is it that you wrote that and i saw it somewhere and then incorporated it here?
maybe i dunno, but I created that awesome quote! It’s nice to meet you, how old are you? I’m quite young x
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Very funny, and so very true. A lot of people could learn a lot form this…
No kidding, this has been on my ToDo list for over a year now. I keep putting it off, what with other pressing things to do … or so I tell myself! LOL Btw, I really love the graphic you put up for this post! 🙂
I never delete anything because I love history, and what I did in the past is history, regardless of how good or bad that history might be.
that now puts you two steps ahead of me except one. you win.
Wait, I thought you were my stalker. 😉
I guess I should cull my blog of riffraff. There is plenty.
even a stalker can have a stalker.
Well, I’m back here again. Last time I visited was three years ago. I didn’t even know you got FPd. But I remember reading your post, “Why I will never get FPd.” Something like that.
yes! and i remember that you introduced me to the friday fictioneers, and since then i have become a much better writer because of that. so i have to thank you very much. the first thing i had seen what your story that involved a truck in the woods. then i remember you were doing something like missionary work where you would be away for a long time.
i bet you’ll write something fabulous about your experience. right?!
Haha. That’s right. I was out for two years. Yeah, I haven’t thought about writing that. I’ll think about it but I’m not sure about the fabulous part.
No doubt it is good to take a look now and then and keep things in order and then again I like to read the past as my blog is a journey of my life. 🙂
We done need to accept that we are wrong.We should be chased after just for something that can have double meanings.