The search terms that people have used to find my website so far this month are:
christopher randall nicholson (9)
christopher randall nicholson about mormons (1)
god is egotistical (1)
why are mormon missionaries so hot (1)
I have no idea who's been Googling my full name, but good for them. I'm glad people are stumbling on the site, but frustrated that after well over a year the pageviews are still sometimes lower than I like and that the top viewed pages almost never include any of my writing projects that I hoped to use to jump-start a career in that direction. Granted, since I can't get most of my so-called friends to read my novel for free I suppose I can't expect strangers to read my poems. What does one have to do to get noticed around here?
At least I think I've discovered what the problem is outside of the internet. The first few times I was monitored for quality control at this job, I was told to put more inflection and enthusiasm in my voice. After a bit of struggle I stopped getting that feedback and presumed that it had been resolved. But my overall rate of success is still lower than it's supposed to be, and whenever discussing this one of the supervisors keeps saying "Try not to sound like a robot." I had an epiphany and realized that if my monotone voice is the reason people say "Not interested" over the phone, it could well be the reason they say the same thing in real life. It's one of those little things that subliminally affects the way people see you even if they're not consciously trying to be jerks. I suppose I should work on it, but that's a daunting task since it comes to normal people as easy as breathing. They don't have to think about which words to emphasize, how much, and in what way. All I can think to do is trial and error, and that could go badly.
Peace Together Choir - Angels Are Making Their Rounds
Anyway, after that I guess my subconscious felt bad and decided to make it up to me. The other night I dreamed that this song was being performed in sacrament meeting. Halfway through one of the refrains I started to wake up, and I thought “Wait, wait, let me finish!” and my subconscious allowed me to sleep for a few seconds more as I rushed through the rest. I first heard it last year at the Latter-day Voices Christmas concert, where the singers came down from the stage and spread throughout the audience to provide an exquisite surround sound experience that sadly I can't replicate here even if you have headphones.