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3 up, but is it a good thing?

This blog celebrated it's 3rd birthday recently.

36 months, 28,000 page views - I have to say I'm impressed. It's changed a fair bit since then - the original, sporadic, short but frequent, posts have given way to longer, more structured articles, with longer time intervals inbetween.

This has partly been caused by me writing a newspaper column, as this has used up time I might otherwise have spent having mini vitriolic outings about anything that happened to have caught my limited span of attention. There's also been the more in-depth Fantasy Formula 1 coverage and F1 race reports.

All well and good, but I'm starting to feel it's all got a bit too formal and planned. The stats peaked in March this year, and have been on a gentle downward slide since. Interaction (both here and over at the North West Evening Mail's site) is pretty much zero, so I've no idea if anybody is actually the slightest bit interested in what I'm writing.

It's presumptuous in the extreme to assume anyone IS interested, of course. I'm not a great writer, and there are billions of other interesting people and sites out there to grab your attention.

I've been running Fantasy Formula 1 for 17 years too, and this year also featured very few exchanges with competitors, and only a few people said thanks afterwards.

So - I find myself wondering what I should do. The newspaper column may well end at some point soon (it was linked to the Big Blogger contest after all), which would free up some time. Currently I seem to have no free time to do anything, but then it turns out I don't do anything anyway, as became starkly clear in a phone conversation recently, when my brother asked what I'd been up to. The answer was.... nothing. I hadn't been anywhere (other than to work) and, apart from going out for a walk, I hadn't done anything either. About the only thing I had to tell him was another sorry tale about my back problems now causing me grief in other areas too.

Do I stop FF1, or cut back what I do drastically? Do I stay off twitter? Cut down/stop this blog?

Yup - I am a miserable git, aren't I? Maybe it's my mid-life crisis kicking in...

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