In the past month, the series of posts that I wrote about my 2010 trip to India have scored me a lot of hits. Likewise, the blogs on my wedding which I seemingly did well to name after an awful Hollywood film. Not sure about "piss man", and how that relates to what I've previously written and I don't even want to know how I appear on the search list for grandmaf**k. Regardless of that (hopefully random, like this week's search item that I also have of "baby tigger tackes poo"), it is flattering as I do write to be read.
But this is about as far as it goes. A friend who is an ex-editor told me that their main line of rejection is "go write a blog", and she was polite enough after reading this to say that I was "funny" but that I should continue to "write a blog"... Except for that when newspapers copy my ideas, such as last month when upon being prescribed glasses for the first time in my life, I reflected on the likelihood of me not winning a tennis grandslam because I'm close to 30. This has subsequently been picked up by the New York Times. So I can pretend that the only thing preventing me from really getting read, is a ready source of quotes. I better get my quotes soon as the New York Times article confirms that the chance of a tennis career is really over.
As the demands that professional players face continue to increase, Ferreira said, “You’re going to see the tennis career start narrowing a bit, maybe 19, 20 to 29, 30.