Journey to 500 Followers - A Correction and Apology
I was overly optimistic
Dear Reader,
It is with a heavy heart I am writing this letter of apology. I am required to correct my previous article under the Internet Law of Misleading Content.
It is, if you like, a mea culpa. And if you don’t like Latin, it’s a big sorry.
It is with a heavy heart I am writing this letter of apology. I am required to correct my previous article under the Internet Law of Misleading Content.
It is, if you like, a mea culpa. And if you don’t like Latin, it’s a big sorry.
I got over-excited yesterday. It seemed that I was about to hit 500 followers. Having spent all morning dancing around the house and celebrating, I decided to write a look-at-me aren’t-I-doing-great post.
It took me several hours to write the post. Proofread it. Edit it. Checked with next door if she thought it was OK. She never does look at my stories, but it’s an excuse to go round and maybe have a cup of tea. She never offers me a cup of tea either, but one day — who knows?
At least now she knows I have 500 followers. I could tell she was impressed.
It took me several hours to write the post. Proofread it. Edit it. Checked with next door if she thought it was OK. She never does look at my stories, but it’s an excuse to go round and maybe have a cup of tea. She never offers me a cup of tea either, but one day — who knows?
At least now she knows I have 500 followers. I could tell she was impressed.
I returned to my abode, that’s where I abide, and pressed publish.
I didn’t check my follower count. Sometime later, after all the congratulations had poured in, I thought to check my stats. It was five minutes later. I check my stats a lot.
When I wrote the piece, I had 498 followers. They normally go up by a few each day. I assumed, always a mistake, that by the time my piece was published, I would have the 500.
To my horror and eternal disgrace, my number had gone down. I was on 497. I know who it was, by the way. I had a small argument with someone, and things were said that should not have been said, and before you know it — they were gone.
I considered editing the title to read How I Reached 497 Followers but it doesn’t have the wow factor I was aiming for. It would have made me look a fool and not in a good way.
I didn’t check my follower count. Sometime later, after all the congratulations had poured in, I thought to check my stats. It was five minutes later. I check my stats a lot.
When I wrote the piece, I had 498 followers. They normally go up by a few each day. I assumed, always a mistake, that by the time my piece was published, I would have the 500.
To my horror and eternal disgrace, my number had gone down. I was on 497. I know who it was, by the way. I had a small argument with someone, and things were said that should not have been said, and before you know it — they were gone.
I considered editing the title to read How I Reached 497 Followers but it doesn’t have the wow factor I was aiming for. It would have made me look a fool and not in a good way.
I hang my head in shame. I have brought dishonour upon my family. I may be cast out onto the internet, to wander from one site to another, hoping to find somewhere where my name is not shorthand for abject failure.
I have waited in hope that the 500 would be reached. It has not happened. In fact, as I write this, it has gone down to 496. I know who that is as well. No loss.
To sum up, I apologise and offer this correction in the hope that my remaining and rapidly dwindling followers can forgive me.
On the plus side, if and when I reach the 500, we can do it all over again.
I have waited in hope that the 500 would be reached. It has not happened. In fact, as I write this, it has gone down to 496. I know who that is as well. No loss.
To sum up, I apologise and offer this correction in the hope that my remaining and rapidly dwindling followers can forgive me.
On the plus side, if and when I reach the 500, we can do it all over again.