Here’s the deal. I had plans to finish out the last few days of my Irish Adventure with Finn McSpool (I love that autocorrect now recognizes “McSpool”!) over the next couple weeks and then continue on with my regular Saturday Finn-filled posts. But plans are changing.
Don’t worry, I’ve already got some pics loaded so any Finn-atics out there will get their weekly dose of monster, but enjoy that dose because it will be the last for a while.
The problem is that my blog stats are WAY down. As in down to the same levels they were when I was barely posting once a week a few years ago. I have more followers than ever, but the traffic on my blog is something akin to those car commercials where a driver is zipping through a mountain pass with no other cars in sight.
I’m completely unsure why after three years in a row of rising numbers, my stats have changed. I’ve altered little in my posting frequency or my post topics and have tried to keep up with liking and commenting on other blogs. But alas…
Basically, I feel like I’m wasting my time here. While my Wednesday writing posts don’t take me too long, the photo- and research-laden Finn posts eat up at least an hour of my time. I didn’t begrudge (my fancy word for the day) that hour+ when readers were streaming in to see what Finn was up to, but when I can count the number of blog visits on the fingers of my right hand, that hour+ just isn’t worth it.
That’s not to say my writing posts are doing stellar. They’re not, but I’ve committed (or is that “should be committed”?) to posting a weekly chapter of my upcoming novel Domna and I plan to stick to that commitment. After the chapters are done, well, I don’t know. I have some ideas of how to go forward with the blog if I do go forward with it, but there is a strong temptation to only use this blog for the occasional announcement.
Sorry if this sounds whiny. I’m totally not whining in my head as I type this, but am instead putting on my Business Hat and using that hat to evaluate the best use of my time. Over the past few weeks, Business Hat (an uptight cousin of the Sorting Hat) has told me the Saturday posts are not a valuable investment of my time….and the Wednesday posts might not be either.
But Finn-atics shouldn’t despair. He’ll still be hanging around with me on Instagram and Twitter, so if you haven’t already, you might want to follow
me him over on those channels. And I’m sure he’ll make a cameo on here now and again because, you know, Finn.
And for those of you who do come around looking for my writing updates, THANK YOU! Like I mentioned above, the chapters of Domna will still be posted on a weekly basis, but you’ll be far better served by signing up for my newsletter (which also includes the occasional Finn photo and you get free books just for signing up).
As promised a few months ago, I intend to shift my focus more toward getting cozy with my mailing list and less cozy with my blog. I guess the blog gods are pushing me toward keeping that promise!
Blah, enough of this soul-bearing, let’s get on with some Finn-fun….
Our second-to-last day in Dublin was spent on a looooong walk through Dublin’s major parks: Iveagh Gardens, St. Stephen’s Green, and Merrion Square.
Somewhere amongst all this “parking” we slipped into the National Gallery to see some art and, well, let’s be honest, visit the loo. After all, I drink a lot of tea and there’s a reason why “tea” rhymes with “pee.”
Besides the toilets, there was a painting I really wanted to see: “The Meeting on the Turret Stairs” by Frederic William Burton. There’s just something so desperately passionate about this scene that I’ve always loved it.
So we made a beeline to Room 20 where it’s supposed to live. Then Room 21. Then Room 19. Back to Room 20. Huh????
Yes, of course, the painting was on loan to another museum. I swear, If I find out it was to the Museum of Sheeran, I will scream!
After a wander and a gander at the art, it was back to the parks because I promised Finn he could get his picture taken with a famous Oscar. He was a little disappointed when he found out it wasn’t Oscar the Grouch, but Oscar Wilde will do.
Then (yes, our legs were very tired at this point) it was off to the National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology which features more bling than a Tiffany’s. Seriously, you could go blind from all the gold on display. Unfortunately, this was another one of those vacation times when I had gotten photo weary, so hopefully this will give you an idea of what it was like…..
or maybe this…
As for our final day in Dublin, we were given another personal walking tour of the city by Helen of Crawcrafts Beasties beginning with our last Irish breakfast. Oh, cholesterol, how I’ll miss you…
Then, it was up at 2 a.m.(ugh) on Tuesday to make a late-night/early-morning (depending on which side of the pint glass you’re on) stroll through Temple Bar to catch our bus to the airport.
Finally, like these Saturday posts, we were saying goodbye…or perhaps, see you later.
Thanks to everyone who has smiled and liked Finn over the past couple years! I’ve appreciated every single one of your likes and comments.
We’ll be back someday, but in the meantime, don’t forget to find us on…