I did something last week.
Something unexpected and amazing. Possibly even a little daring but in all honesty I can't recall what it was.
I just know I did something.
Something so hot and entertaining that half the world came round for a look.
My blog stats went (for me) through the roof. No more a mere 150 visits a day. We were talking 500+. And it went on all week. 7 days of mass(ish) interest. I felt like a porn site (but the wife was looking over my shoulder).
My God, I thought, I've bloody made it. I'm piloting my madcap moon rocket to the blogging moon. My blog has got vajazzled and everybody wants to come and get a slice of the action.
Man, I was shaking my blogging booty!
They'll all be coming to me now, I thought. Megabucks advertizing deals. Publishers. Film producers. The pizza boy from Domino's (I'd ordered a pepperoni special).
But then it all died away.
Just like that.
I have no idea why. It was like I was popular for about 7 days and then the halo of coolness floated away and found someone else's head to crown.
My vajazzle plainly wasn't good enough, wasn't long lasting enough. The slice of my pie wasn't tasty enough for a second sitting.
I'm back to a mere 100+ visits per day again.
Back to obscurity.
Back to my unadorned, unenhanced self.
Back to the way nature intended.