I got the email last night. The one I’ve been waiting for since, well, ever. Since I started blogging.
It said my post was “a powerful piece that helps people understand an experience that is probably quite foreign to them.”
It also said “This is the kind of honesty and perspective that makes blogs so riveting.”
The post in question is One Sentence, Two Prisoners. I don’t think it’s my best work, but I don’t hate it, either. It means something to me, so there’s that.
But really, I’ve finally figured out the exact formula. Every single thing you must do to be featured in the all-mighty Freshly Pressed.
That’s it. That’s all there is to it.
I could say write well, but I mean, what is writing well, exactly? That’s all up to the person reading. Some of what I consider to be my best writing has been called pretentious by many others.
I could say use relevant tags, but my post wasn’t found via tags. Do you want to know how many people arrive at my site by searching a specific tag I’ve used? One. Always the same tag, always the same person, and she’s a troll.
(Although I will say if you use more than 15 combined tags and categories, your posts won’t show up at all if people hang around in the tag reader.)
I got “discovered” because I write. I write what’s on my mind and I do my best. I write honestly and raw and passionately. But you don’t have to.
I joined Writing101 and Blogging101 and I’m pretty positive that’s how the editors found me (specifically Michelle — shoutout!). But again, it’s just luck that I posted what I did when I did and someone happened to like it.
As much as this post may seem like I’m belittling Freshly Pressed, I’m not. I see so many posts from people who haven’t been graced with this fortune shunning Freshly Pressed and the people and posts involved.
Don’t do that, it makes you sound whiny.
But I used to feel the same way. First I thought FP was amazing. I admit, I used to check my email every 5 seconds after I published what I thought to be a good post because hell, how could they not choose this one?
Then after not being chosen I got bitter. Fuck Freshly Pressed, I thought, these posts ain’t got nothin’ on me.
But they do. They have what I don’t. Whether I agree with it or not, think the writing’s great or crappy, they make someone out there think and that’s what counts.
I’ve found some of my favorite blogs via Freshly Pressed. I’ve also found some of my least favorite. Isn’t that what makes it so perfect, though? A mix of posts I love and posts I hate — of those I agree with and those I don’t. Subjects that make me think, whether I think for better or for worse. It’s like marriage, this Freshly Pressed. We don’t have to like everything about it, but that doesn’t mean it’s evil. It’s good for us.
So write. Keep writing whatever’s on your mind. Maybe join some Blogging U. courses, or maybe don’t. Maybe become more involved in the blogging community, or maybe don’t. Do whatever you want to do. But don’t blame WordPress for you not being Freshly Pressed.
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