Tuesday, January 27, 2009
On occasion I have been accused of being perverse. I can live with that. But only because life enjoys treating this kind and gentle hearted person in a perverse fashion.
Like this afternoon.
Snowy and icy roads. Good enough. Off to the mail room with you. All the bills in the world, except the one I was expecting. After inquiry, discussion, pondering, I saw the mentioned bill lying on the floor in the lobby, where it had fallen when I threw junk mail towards the catch bin.
The junk mail made the bin, the bill didn’t.
I give you, then, my version of what life hands out free to me:
Technorati (technorati.com), a website that covers all things blog-related, tracks more than 112.8 million active blogs, which means there are more people blogging than there are people reading books.
Technorati also reports that there are more than 175,000 new blogs created every day and that bloggers update their pages to the tune of more than 1.6 million posts per day, or more than 18 updates a second.
Compared to blogs, there are only 500 books published a day. So you could actually have less competition getting attention for your book than your blog. (These figures don’t include self-published books. But if we did include them, there would be 1,000 books published a day—still far fewer than the number of blogs.)
I stole that from a newsletter to which I subscribe.
I really expected to have the market to myself.
From the reaches,