It is surprising to me that of all the blogs I have posted, a correction about quantum physics famous thought experiment, Schrödinger’s cat, has received the most interest.
The lost art of whittling got some attention, but my naïve attempts to reach a Chinese readership failed miserably. My writing is a ramble not a race, so there are no targets and no ambitions to make money out of blogging. Perhaps that would sharpen up the content, but would not fulfil my creative urges.
WordCamp Belfast showed me that there are bloggers who have cracked the art of blogging for profit. They were happy to share their knowledge and the techniques for boosting readership. Search for unsolved technical problems, find solutions and create the sort of blog that people will find useful and eventually subscribe to. All well and good, but not for me.
My literary heroes are people like: Michel de Montaigne, Diderot, Beachcomber, Saki and Damon Runyon. So why do I waste time reading trashy novels? I suppose junk food has its place, but a good meal is a special pleasure.
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