Friday, June 29, 2007
It Seems Like a Year
Well, as of today it's been a year since I began this blog. Months before that, "blog"was a vague concept, something I'd heard about. Probably had read a few of a political nature, but the idea of having one of my own didn't register. I stumbled upon medblogs as I began to think about ways to hawk my book on the internet. I overdid it. Got deservedly chastised for some egregiously self-promoting comments on a couple of very worthy blogs. Shameful. I still cringe, Orac. Sorry.
Eventually, it dawned on me that I should just start my own blog, and I was amazed at how easy, how free it was. At first I was pretty clueless, and my cherry-popping post was some sort of terrible toe in the water. Back then, I had no idea about site meters, tagging one's posts; didn't include pictures or links. I've gotten a little more ept. Among the great things, in fact, is the ability to link. Readers of my book will have found a surfeit of footnotes: linking to relevant info is a boon. In fact, if I write another book, it's gonna be harder -- I'll be wanting to hot-link all over myself.
I'm not exactly swamped with readership, but there has been the occasional mention on a widely read site, with resulting viagral changes in visitor graphs. A couple of times, Surgeonsblog has been mentioned as a worthy read among medblogs. Best of all, I've loved reading comments from all over the world, and I've gotten emails from readers with really wonderful ideas, or testaments that reading here has been informative, entertaining, even inspirational. All that is highly gratifying. If this all began as a self-promoting book hook, it's become way more -- way better (to me) -- than that. Heck, I hardly even broach the book anymore.
On the other hand, with my surgical life now pretty much limited to assisting others, the inflow of ideas derives from a diminishing reservoir. Not unlike my urinary stream, there's more effort required to maintain the trickle. I have a few more ideas up my sleeve, but at some point they may start running down my leg. I will, however, in a what's-the-worst-that-can-happen frame of mind, post a poem I've had sitting around a while. At least one English major puked in public print at a previous post of perceived putrid purple prose. But what the heck. I've got a year under my belt. I can take it. Besides, it's been vetted in Mexico.