As most bloggers know, to keep your web page showing up into the google search engine results, you have to post on a regular base. Apart form this little tidbit of knowledge, I have no clue how this google algorithm works. To be blatantly honest with you, SEO (Search Engine Optimization) and all the other crap related to it doesn’t interest me. It makes me very bad at promoting my website and, by consequence, my books.
About a year and a half ago, I decided to post once a week an article of about 500 words on my website, mostly centering around artistically or scientifically subjects that influenced my own literary activity.
Now this week I have a dilemma; either to post nothing because I have nothing to share with you and damn the whole google algorithm or to post a picture of my cat like most other writers do when they have nothing to write about.
In our relation, my wife is the photographer and she pertinently refuses to take pictures of the cat. Because the cat bites her. She has a strained relation with our cat. She told me a little grumpy to publish instead a picture of Pan Twardovski. That’s part of her Polish background.
According to an old legend, Twardowski was a nobleman (szlachcic) who lived in Kraków in the 16th century. He sold his soul to the devil in exchange for great knowledge and magical powers. For his sins, Twardowski, on his way to hell, fell on the Moon where he lives to this day.
So this week, instead of some overwrought distillation of my musings or a picture of our cat, you’re getting a picture of Pan Twardowski, the Polish Man in the Moon.