This morning I learn that my blog has made it into a Top Ten List. I am No 7 on the UK's Property Blogs, and one of the few there not to act as a newsfeed for a series of articles elsewhere which, in my view, isn't true blogging. I don't know whether to be delighted or deflated.
I have now been writing this blog for the best part of 5 years and it no longer feels quite the fun thing that it once was. My postings are down in number and less varied in content and, though the number of comments seems to be rising, the readership levels have plateaued. It's also noticeable that blogging, as a method of communication, seems to have stopped growing. There are very few must read new blogs coming on stream and many of my favorites (see my blog roll) are much less active than in the past. It's not just me.
Has everyone moved elsewhere? Is Twitter where the action is? I sort of doubt it. You can't really write on Twitter. Is it Facebook? Not really. Or is it just a sign of the times? Is it the recession/depression that is causing us to write less, and to be more pessimistic?
Certainly, the mood in the property business is pretty depressed. Whilst there are one or two brightspots, especially in the selfbuild sector, an awful lot of people who back in 2007 would have been phoning me up for a chat or gabbling away to me at conferences or exhibitions, now seem to have their heads down, concentrating on survival. Remember that depression is psychological state as well as an economic condition and the two are closely related. The phone stops ringing, the stories dry up, the industry events are few and far between, people get isolated, the sense of gloom grows. And blogging becomes problematic. Who wants to read nothing but bad news? Who wants to write it?
So hats off to Stovax who took the trouble to dig me out yesterday and invited me to come and visit them in Exeter. They have some good news about their products (wood burning stoves) and they want to tell the world. Where better than on Britain's No 7 Property Blog!
Next problem. How the hell does one get to Exeter when the whole country is buried in snow?