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BLOG TRAFFIC INTERPRETED 2025: HAVE A SCHTICK

More blog traffic is the goal of most every blogger.
Some call it an obsession.
Figuring out how to draw more readers is an industry onto itself.
Writers write the posts and hope for the best, then quit.
But where is the help for better traffic goals?
You need a schtick, a gimmick, a relatable persona.

 

 

You need to go places, do things, and log it on your blog as something interesting enough to pull a crowd.
That’s me in Paris high-fiving the sculpture inspired by a story, Le Passe-muraille:

 

As he is passing through the final outer wall of the property, he notices he is no longer able to move. He realizes his mistake too late.
The medicine suddenly takes effect, and Dutilleul ends up trapped in the wall, where he remains to this day.

 

I don’t walk through walls, or doubt the material science on why I can’t.
Call me a pragmatist. Nobody walks through walls, but . . .?
The only walls I do go through every day are the walls of worry, doubt, and insecurities.
You know, the usual.

 

About That Schtick

My favorite persona is the man who wants to rule the world, who then explains what he’d do as Ruler.
People flock to him, his $10K a week passive income, his puckered charm.
He’s usually in his forties, not yet a has-been, a passed over, just another brick in the wall, but a bonafide fire-breather burning the internet up and down.
He’s not a quitter even when confronted with the shameful results his followers create from his make-believe.
In a world of decency they would walk away, but not in his world.
Instead, they double down and collect another 50K followers for promises kept.

 

This is the hard part:
Everyone eventually wants off the merry-go-round, even if they created it themselves.
They get tired of holding up the front, the burden of deception, the facade.
Baby Boomers of my era, middle boomers, were just the right age to see things come to a screeching halt.
There was Marilyn Monroe going from soft-voiced, sleepy-eyed, hottie, to cowgirl.
There was the young leader of the free world replaced by an old hack dating back to 1937.
The hopes of a new generation in the early Sixties were dashed by the Vietnam War draft.
I met a bug-man who said he stayed in college to avoid the draft.
From bachelor’s to masters, to PhD, he avoided the draft.
After he graduated for the last time his student deferment expired, he got drafted and sent to Vietnam as a bug killer, and he complained about his rank.
Guys with masters degrees were captains, just like him with a doctorate. He deserved better.
He didn’t get better and still kept up the schtick of disappointment.
It’s a good schtick if you can pull it off.

 

A Better Schtick For Blog Traffic

Be someone who figures things out, who makes discoveries, and makes sense most of the time.
Leave the showboats to the showboat audience desperately searching for an echo-chamber of their feelings and needs, their bitterness.
For example, what would you rather have, a poster of a freaky Frida Kahlo painting, or Barbie Frida?
One is a reflection of a soul in turbulent times, the other is a doll.
What would you rather spend time with, a sweating, crying, screaming, red-faced fat man, or a some writing that slows things down just enough to make contact.
Our times are turbulent enough without the over-done drama of Just. How. Turbulent.
If you’re scrolling for a blogger to follow, one with an international reach, one with relatable tone, give boomerpdx a try.
You’ll get regular posts to the point of missing them, confidence that you can do the work necessary to figure things out on your own, and a cheerleader for the good guys without pretending to be one of them.
I’m not asking readers to forward boomerpdx links to their email lists, social media networks, or send money.
What I am asking readers to do is identify their favorite parts of living in modern times and making an effort so others might enjoy them too.
That’s my blog traffic schtick, and I’m schticking to it.
Who’s got a better idea, a brighter idea?

 

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