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Should I be making lists?

It seems that every blog I go to these days has lists about something. Likes, dislikes, funny smells, favourite places, reasons not to yell at your mom.

I'm wondering if I'm not doing enough in this space.

What is it that keeps people coming back? What is it that peaks their curiosity so much that they'll want to return?

Is this really just a space where I write stuff I want to read? And, occasionally, I happen to catch someone's eye and they may or may not be interested in reading one or two entries.

Some people have very pretty blogs. I want to steal their fonts. I'm very obsessed with fonts. I like mine but I think it could be better.

Do you know, I can get lost in other people's blogs? Just start clicking from page to page, finding out about who they are, what they did when they were little - basically becoming close to them and they don't even know it.

I think I could get lost in creating my own web site. I can picture myself, being on the computer, hours on end, missing all meals during the day, just typing and adding and checking to see who's checking...

That would be scary. Getting a program that checks your stats. Who's clicking where? At what times? What's their demographic?

When we launched the travel channel, we tracked EVERY page. I checked that thing every 5 minutes to see what content people wanted to see. It was addicting.

"See, I told you. People LOVE the information on Nunavut"

What would happen to my writing? Would I censor myself, based on what I thought people wanted to hear?

I need to get a domain name. I need to have more than this page. I need to really give myself a presence online.

There I go again, making plans and overwhelming myself so that I won't get to any of it.

I can always dream of looking like this

Or this

Or this

Or this

Maybe I'll just stick to the writing.

Speaking of..I've been trying to get to an article all day...

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