I’m not going to vent about some small turn of events. I’m not going to turn make a right turn. I’m just going to use today as context.
See, while we have been reasonably good at what we do, we have not been nearly as good as we were at the end of 2007. Put it thusly?
We got stale. It happens to everybody. It was just our turn.
And seeing as we are indeed good Midwesterners. We have come to say, we can guide through the ennui. We can guide you through the malaise. We can get you and your blog back to good.
But first, you must know the three things not to do. Three things keep you stale.
1) Gimmicks
You can find yourself to be kind of adept as one of those guys who compares things to other things. You can play at being adept with top 10 lists. You can be appreciative of the bikinied female form or other pretty girls doing stuff. It’s okay to share these with your readers, like so…

But the fact of the matter is, like my AL West Preview, overuse of these is best served to alienate and insult your readership. They want to see you come correct, not say, hey English girls have big breasts and your AL West winner is Anaheim. You use your brain heavily, you use your gimmicks sparingly.
2) Do Not Fight Just To Fight
There are blogs that you and I will never mesh with. There are blogs inexplicably lame. There are blogs inexplicably popular. There are blog runners that can be difficult to get along with. (You didn’t hear it from me, but the howdowestopthebitch.com’s webmaster is a real asshole).
They may get you riled up. They may make you sad. They may drive you to your basement apartment to be enraged in your underwear. Don’t. Breathe. Count to 10.
You cannot hate with style and creativity often. It can be done, sure. Even an idiot can hit a home run hating on a more popular blog. But even that post took a good few days to work out. Really.
If it’s the heat of the moment telling you what your words mean? It will suck. You can be as skilled with the venom as a young Chuck Bukowski, and your writing will be awful. You cannot improvise good venom. So don’t.
3. What did I say about Pretty Girls Doing Stuff?

NO! That is the market that’s flooded past critical mass, and you’re gonna say me too? That’s bad! That will make you even staler than week old donuts.

NO ETHNIC FOOD!!
Sorry. Anyway. If you want to talk about getting back to good? There are three ways to get back to good. Simple? Sure. Probably common sense? Maybe.
But inspirational? Okay, probably not. But read on.
1. Take a Break.
You don’t have to break up with your blog. All you have to do is write, be back later, k thx bye. That’s it. I took two weeks off after a furtive, do you like me yes or no week of blogging efforts. Blogging burnout happens to everyone. You’re not the first, you won’t be the last. Take a week and chillax. Have the sun kiss your skin and what not.
In some instances, rested does equal refreshed in Blogfrica.
2. Lean on your friends.
You all have your “boys” on the interlines. Some people who are willing to provide you a ready link whenever you ask for it. They’re more than willing to keep your name out there while the ennui and malaise runs its course. If you don’t hammer their inbox with requests for help? They can let you work through your downtime.
But, Andrew, what if I’m a friendless hermit?
Come on. It’s the internet. There’s a voltron-styled blogosphere community popping up every day! Join up! And there you go! Friends!

OMG LINKIN BUDDIES LOL!
3. Work Harder
You get out of this what you put in. You want to spend three minutes working on a Top 10 List, you’ll get the rough equivalent of attention from your readership. You want to be one of the best, you’ve got to be willing to work your ass off. Nobody’s gonna give you anything you didn’t already earn. You think a door’s closed, dive in through the window. All you can do is keep scrapping and keep fighting.
Take the extra moment and find the crazy name. The only one who can share the next Zealous Wheeler is you.
You can be the unique snowflake, or you can be just another one of these guys…

Your call.
Love,
The Grand National Championships