Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Monday, August 22, 2005

Blog Prostimotion

I was talking with a friend of mine today, Paul, about how trying to make one's blog more visible, and find readers, is a whole lot like trying to get one's fiction published, and in front of a readership.

It's been awhile since I bequeathed to the world a new word, so I'll give you one now.

Prostimotion.

It refers to how trying to get linked on other sites, and getting to know other bloggers, people who don't know you, have never seen you, and who wouldn't be able to pick you out of a field of cabbage is not really promotion, it feels more like prostitution mixed with a little glucose and xantham gum. Hence, prostimotion.

It sums up how you have to tart yourself up, parade around in front of strangers, hoping you'll catch their eye, and that they'll want to sample more of your wares.

Here's a bit of our conversation on promoting one's blog.

Paul: You could just take out a billboard and put your URL on it.

Me: Oh, yeah, I might as well include a photo of myself wearing frilly underthings and my face caked in rouge and makeup.

Silliness aside, I appreciate those of you who do stop by and those who have left feedback.

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