Due to the exhausting morning I spent sitting in the sunshine at my friend G's picture-perfect farm, surrounded by endless green fields, being serenaded by clucking chickens, eating cake, I have decided to make this one of those questioning Fibro posts. You'll notice from my (carefully keyworded) head that I'm wondering about stats. Specifically blog stats. Specifically, how much notice you take of them.
When I first started blogging I was obsessed by stats. I mean, obsessed. Google Analytics told me whether anyone besides my ever-supportive Mum and Dad had popped by to read. They told me which countries my visitors were zooming in from (nowhere particularly exotic as it turned out). They told me which keywords people were using to reach the Fibro (um, Alla Hoo Hoo was one noteworthy example). They told me... stuff. I was, to use the technical lingo, a Stats Whore.
Now? Not so much. Perhaps because I've realised that I don't have any reason to use them. I don't advertise, monetise or any of the other -ise words, so my stats are neither here nor there. And while it's fun to try to work out why so many people in the world are currently googling The Outsiders and therefore visiting the Fibro, it's not going to have a long-term effect on what I choose to write about. In short, to me, stats are like chatty neighbours - nice to know, but you don't want to encourage them in case you get pulled in too deep.
So now I'm wondering - are you a Stats, er, Lady Of The Night? Why? Why not?
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