SEO, I Don’t Think So.

This is part four of a four part post.  Click here for part I, here for part II, or here for part III.

“The truth is more important than the facts.”

~Frank Lloyd Wright

I don’t write for SEO, or throw attention at keywords.  I hope I never feel the need to stray from such straightforward guidelines, at least not while writing for Writer Dad.

I can almost hear the collective gasp from the probloggers.  I’m not trying to argue, merely stating what works for me.  Writing for SEO isn’t it.

Before I began the blog, I did my due diligence.  

I read Darren’s book, and clearly understood the importance of SEO and keywords.  During my first two weeks of posting, I stuck to the principles.  I would outline ideas, title included, draw the keywords I needed, and then scribble around them.

It was backwards. 

I knew it, and abandoned the practice my third week.

Writing exclusively for SEO content, I’ve no doubt, dulls the voice.  Now, when I pen a post, I sit at the keys with a vague idea of how I’d like to spit.  Words spill, I bring the mop.  

Only when finished, do I read the post to see what keywords I might gather.  I then decide on a title, an appropriate quote, and a picture to give all the black and white a little splash of color.

Like advertising, or pretty much anything else, I’ve no issue with writing for SEO.  I understand the mathematics, and am positive that the future will find me developing sites where writing for the deities of search engine optimization is entirely necessary.  

When that day comes, I’ll design my words accordingly. 

The hallways of the internet blare with a billion echoes.  Like life, it takes courage to think different.  It’s hard to claim a niche when I find myself an expert at nothing.  I don’t want to pen lists to tell others how to live their lives better when I’m still working full time on mine.  Hunter Nuttall wrote a fantastic piece on building a slow and steady audience.  This is an excerpt from that article:  

Writer Dad says he doesn’t have a niche, and that’s certainly true in the traditional sense. But I think he has a very specific niche. He’s writing for people who like about 1 post per day, about 500 words, broken into lots of short paragraphs, with lots of interaction in the comments section, and most importantly, his unique writing style. Name another blogger who’s similar. Can’t think of one? That’s because he’s the only one in his niche.

The traffic that drives by Writer Dad could only be described as light.  What I do have, is a high percentage of people who stick around.  This is as it should be.  I’d prefer a smaller, genuine audience, to a large one who slips Writer Dad in their reader because they think it’s something they’re supposed to do.  

Without ads, an inflated audience is irrelevant.

When I write, it is because I want someone to feel a silhouette of my thought.  Even with a full understanding that my words will be mostly forgotten within thirty-six hours of broadcast, I write them with everything I have. 

My children will one day comb through my archives; I write for them.

If Writer Dad is my chance to touch our most local universe, then I wish to use my most genuine voice, rather than one designed to capture the attention of the Googlebots who crawl across my verbiage.  

When you have language, you can skip rope.  Why would I wish to tie my laces?

Writer Dad

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Setting the Stage

“Are we not like two volumes of one book?”

~Marceline Desbordes

Hello, everyone.

Happy Monday.

This blog was born in a blended broth of belief and bravado.  I told no one of the undertaking, save Daisy and a family friend.

Mom, Dad, and KittyTown were gathered in the hug on my second Monday.

I expected to be lonely, at least for a while, but I wasn’t, ever or at all.

I knew I would speak, and hoped I’d be heard, but never presumed to be passing words like pastries across a table, toward every other page in the atlas.

Blogging has been anything but hermetic.  For that I’m thankful.  Maintaining a blog has been like building a talk show (albeit much smaller), where every audience member is afforded equal and instant voice .

There are no phone lines to light, or commercial breaks to pause thought in the white space of the blogosphere.

A blog is not a diary.  It’s an alliance between reader and author.

In the fullest relationships, both parties feel as though they’re standing at the best end of the bond.  Yet no relationship can achieve such sure footing without clear, consistent, and honest communication.

So goes this week’s discussion.

I’m penning this post in Pages, Apple’s answer to MS Word; the icon, a svelte fountain pen, inclined against a bottle of ink.  I’ve always used WordPress to write for Writer Dad, never Pages.  Pages is the suite where I edit my novel, or write letters to my wife and children.  It’s where I scribed our farewell, and where I’m writing the words you’re reading right now.

What rendered these words significant?

I’m laying foundation we’ll be walking a while.  Of course, this blog is enslaved to evolution no different than anything else, but I believe  it is time to place the planks of the floor where we will dance.

Penning our pre-school’s adieu was liberating.  I felt like it kicked down all the doors inside an empty mansion.  I enjoyed being Writer Dad, a lot, but it’s nothing compared to being Sean Platt, Writer Dad.

Now I can sing with all of my voice.

I’m not afraid to try new things (except sushi), and am certainly willing to pioneer, especially while the frontier’s fresh.

The internet is gridlocked in repetition.  I’d like to ponder a model that, to my knowledge, doesn’t exist.

Over the next few days, I’ll discuss why Writer Dad doesn’t display paid ads, and why it likely never will.  We’ll further discuss the new Renaissance, and writing for SEO and keywords.  I’ll elaborate on WeeBooks, ask some questions, and hopefully make you smile.

I’ll smear my ideas across the week.  On Friday, a surprise.

My favorite so far.

More than ever, I’d love to swap thoughts as the cement dries around our blog’s identity.  Please, for the next five days, ask questions, link, and stumble as much as you’re willing and able.

Thanks.

Writer Dad

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