Oh, this cannot be good.
After two years of this blog (really – passed that milestone on September 4, with about as much fanfare as I usually allot to my own birthday, which I have more than once forgotten about entirely) I have finally discovered what the little tab marked “Stats” does on the Blogger Dashboard.
So I’m not the most inquisitive person in the world when it comes to technology. Sue me.
But there I was, noodling around the Dashboard, clicking on random things, hoping that I didn’t end up either a) nuking Moscow or b) deleting the entire blog, and idly wondering which of these would be the worse fate for me, personally, because it is, after all, all about me, when I happened to try that tab.
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, look at that.
I can see page views! Apparently this blog has been accessed something on the order of 1700 times since it first started, although I’m guessing that a fair amount of those were mine, just checking the spelling. But I can dream.
I can see maps of visitors! Most are in the US, but there are a number of people who seem to log in consistently from other places in the world, which I find unspeakably cool.
I can see referring sites! So far Google in its various incarnations seems to be the big one, but not the only one.
I can see popular posts! Apparently you liked the Fourteenth Amendment post, which makes me feel good. It was a heartfelt one.
It even breaks things down by operating system and browser. Firefox is especially popular among readers here.
And I can see the questions and search terms people use to get to me.
Seriously, what is wrong with some people?
I spent a happy few days watching the various numbers go up and down, being very pleased that people enjoy reading what I write. I’ve always felt that authors need to keep in mind that readers don’t owe them time – you have to make it worthwhile for readers. But you know, I’ve decided that I need to stop looking at this tab, because otherwise it just gets too much. I start to obsess over these things, and then it stops being fun. I am just that way.
So it was good while it lasted, but for my own sanity I think I’ll continue on in the blissful ignorance that I so often wish I could attain in other areas of my life.