The only problem with getting Freshly Pressed is that everything afterwards is a bit anticlimactic. Once you’ve tasted the sweet success of heavy hits on your blog, you begin to yearn for the same thing everyday.
The whole experience is exciting. Getting notified that your blog post has been selected and then the agonising wait for it to appear on the ‘Wall of Glory.’ The excitement of getting all those likes and comments on the blog post itself. Then the inevitable slow down of views, likes, comments and new followers.
Of course the pinnacle of being Freshly Pressed is getting the widget to place on your site that says you’ve been Freshly Pressed.
All this heady mixture of acceptance, approval and attention tends to make you sit up that bit straighter when you type your next blog post. It also serves as a goal post to aim for.
Then you start to wonder, ‘Will I ever reach this height again? Have I peaked too soon?’
The sense of accomplishment is soon replaced with one of concern. What if you have peaked too soon. You may never write anything that is worthy of being Freshly Pressed ever again.
The worst thought is that you may well match or even exceed your Freshly Pressed article and it will never get that stamp of approval or be placed on that ‘Wall of Glory’ because you’ve met your quota.
These questions suddenly popped into my head earlier today. I was going over old comments, I do this periodically in case I’ve missed responding to someone, and read one from my friend Tyson Carter over at Head In A Vice. He jokingly said something to the effect that it was odd that I’d gotten Freshly Pressed and then had a heart attack! He went on to say that perhaps he did not want to get Freshly Pressed quite so badly now.
Joking aside, it does make you wonder if there is some sort of price to be paid for being included in the small group of nineteen folks who get chosen each day. What if I do excel myself and by some longshot get Freshly Pressed again? What might happen this time?
Just thinking of the consequences makes me shudder. It doesn’t concern me too much though. I think that perhaps barring sudden death, that I might just accept the consequences and let the chips fall where they may. After all, I had four whole days to bask in the glow of getting Freshly Pressed before I had the heart attack.
Four days of excitement and acceptance from the WordPress community. Four days of getting more followers and the best daily view count ever.
Sat, 25 August 2012 1554 – I post a pithy post (say that fast three times, I dare you) on Freshly Pressed and have a moan about my comments not showing up in the Freshly Pressed comment section.
Sat, 25 Aug 2012 15:59:40 – Get an email from Cheri Lucas telling me that my urban exploration post had been picked for Freshly Pressed.
Sat, 25 August 2012 1600 I try to tell my daughter that I’m going to be Freshly Pressed. She is playing a game on her vita and has her earplugs in. I decide not to wait for her to get to a save point and start playing MOW3 to keep me occupied.
Sat, 25 August 2012 1700 I try re-reading the email and inadvertently delete it. In a state of panic I almost hurt myself trying to retrieve it and re-save it.
Sat, 25 August 2012 1730 Back to MOW3 and reading the odd blog on WordPress. I make a few comments and read a suggestion from Andy about changing my email address as it might solve my spam problem.
Sat, 25 August 2012 1800 My daughter and I make tea (that’s dinner if you live in the US) and decide to watch old episodes of Spaced with the brilliant Simon Pegg and Nick Frost and co.
Sat, 25 August 2012 2359 I decide to go to bed and stop checking the Freshly Pressed page every two minutes. Despite my excitement and paranoia about my post not going up yet, I drop right off to sleep.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 0630 I wake up early because the temperature has dropped and I amfreezing to death. I go downstairs for a drink and a quick look at my laptop. My post isn’t up yet, as I am half asleep, I don’t spend too long on the site. I opt to go back to sleep.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1030 I wake up for the second time of the morning. Warmer and better rested I go downstairs to see if I’ve been posted yet. Checking the page and no, not yet.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1100 I decide to check the Freshly Pressed page again and see that a new post has been added, but, it’s not mine.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1130 I start hyperventilating slightly as I look for the fourth time at the Freshly Pressed page. I decide that it was a mistake or a practical joke (who says I’m paranoid, who?) which I decide would serve me right after my ‘snarky’ post about not being Freshly Pressed.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1200 I make the decision to not check the FP page every half hour. I decide that I’ll just relax and not get so impatient, a trait that after 53 years of living I still cannot rid myself of.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1230 I totally disregard my earlier decision to not check the FP page half hourly and check again. I go upstairs and talk to my daughter for a half hour in an attempt to keep my mind off of the fact that another post has been put on the wall and again, it’s not mine.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1300 I now decide that I probably should have replied to Cheri’s email. I set down and because of my increasing paranoia that this is some kind of horrible karma or bad joke it takes me 14 minutes to write a simple email.
Sun, 26 August 2012 – 1330 I go outside and sit with my daughter in the lovely sunshine. My contribution to the conversation is minimal. Why? Because I’ve seen another post on the wall that is, again, not mine.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1400 I finally decide that this whole thing is a wicked joke, serendipity, or just ironic. I finally decide that it must be the real deal. Hyperventilating slightly, I check to make sure that I sent an email to Cheri thanking her and expressing my excitement.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1430 I make a snack and while I am eating it, I compulsively keep checking the Freshly Pressed wall for my post. I discover that I’ve given up the ‘not checking every half hour’ and I am now checking it every few minutes.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1500 I finally decide that I am a truly sad individual to keep checking the bloody page. It will get posted when it gets posted, so stop checking dammit.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1515 I decide to do this timeline and about halfway through I mistakenly hit the wrong key and lose half of the timeline. cursing wildly I try to find an earlier draft. There isn’t one so I have to re-write half the post over.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1557 Pausing for a moment to give my poor fingers a break, I notice I’ve gotten another email notification. I check it and it’s from Cheri. She tells me it will be late this evening or early tomorrow when my post will be added to the wall. I relax, a bit, and send a hasty email back thanking her.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1600 I am now more relaxed and a bit calmer. The excitement is still making me a bit giddy (giddy?? Did I just say that a 53 year old man was giddy?? I must be if I’m describing myself that way) but now that I’ve had a ‘confirmation’ email from Cheri, I’m hoping that my pithy whiny post has been forgiven.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1700 Get another email from Cheri, so now I’m definitely feeling like this is going to happen. I still cannot stop looking at the FP page and then refreshing it to see if my post is up yet.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1800 Finally decide to make tea or at least to think about making tea. As we are both peckish it seems like a good idea. I check the wall yet again.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1830 We put Dario Argento‘s Suspiria in the player and watch while we eat our meal. My laptop is closed for the first time today.
Sun, 26 August 2012 1900 –2230 Put the dinner dishes in the kitchen, watched the rest of the film and talked about it for a long while after eating. We then load up Netflix and then Lovefilm and start watching Crazy Eights, a low budget horror film.
Sun, 26 August 2245 – 2330 I put the dishes in the sink and start washing up, still haven’t looked at the FP page. I am very proud of myself.
Sun, 26 August 2359 – 0100 I fall asleep in my chair after doing the dishes and ‘old man’ thing that drives me to distraction. I check the page again and find that four more posts have gone up. Again none of them mine. Decide to go to sleep and not look at the FP page till later this morning. I feel like a kid at Christmas waiting to open up my presents, excited and just as impatient.
Mon, 27 August 0930 – Get up and stumble down stairs half asleep and thirsty. Turn on the laptop and gulp down some squash. I come in and click on my WordPress link. My post has exploded! It’s finally happened, it is up!! Now I am too excited to do anything else but keep checking the view counts and follower counts (which I need to keep track of so I can follow back) and ‘likes’ and comments.
Thanks Cheri Lucas and Word Press! You’ve made my day! 😀