When it comes to getting people’s attention, media’s biggest threat isn’t from other media. It’s from common, everyday people who have something to say.
Like everyone else, my attention span is stretched. Several times an hour I make conscious (but mostly semi-conscious) decisions on where to place my attention. The Internet has made it easier to stay connected with friends and family on our own time, at our own pace.
Let me give you an example. It involves my grandfather – or Pappaw as I call him. The alarm clock on my mobile phone awakens me every morning. It sits on the night stand next to my bed. Usually looking for a reason to sleep another 10 minutes, I check my e-mail to see if there’s anything urgent from my colleagues. When I finally get up, I check in with Facebook. The news feed grabs my attention, reading posts from the few people that bother to post anything in the mornings. In my life, that’s usually my Pappaw. He “liked” my link or my status. Nearly every day, I get this connection to Pappaw through random thoughts and comments. However trite, it warms my heart and starts my day off right. It’s no wonder that I check back 50 times a day. A quick glance allows me to stay connected to people I care about but cannot see on a regular basis.
My Pappaw is my fan. He cares. He makes me feel good. So I wondered, in preparation for a webinar for Borrell on the topic of social media, what it might be like if I were a “fan” of my local newspaper site, The Sun-Sentinel. The posts started off less interesting. The newspaper was obviously a newbie that didn’t really know how to use the medium. The paper started by posting funny or unusual national stories. More recently, the posts have been intriguing and local – real conversation starters. I’ve noticed that my best friend follows the paper on Facebook too. Any story she comments on shows up in my feed. It’s fun to participate when someone I know is paying attention. That’s really the point of Facebook, anyway, right?
I grew up reading the newspaper every day, worked for one back in the 1990s, and then just got too busy and stopped being interested. I’m not sure why I don’t read the printed paper anymore. I always heard that the newspaper was better appreciated by people as they aged. It’s just not on my radar. I have stayed on top of pressing local issues by talking to my friends. This may not be the most reputable source of information, but it makes me feel connected, which is what really matters to me.
I noticed a few months ago that The Sun-Sentinel was drawing me in through my Facebook feed. Did they hire someone who gets it? When I clicked through to the website twice in a month, I realized they had figured out how to use Facebook as a distribution channel for their stories. Placing links to stories on Facebook does absolutely nothing for local media, but placing links to intriguing or controversial stories on Facebook starts chatter. From chatter comes sharing and increased page views… then… wait for it… revenue!
So, local media, if you want my attention, you’d better run the race alongside my friends, my family, my Pappaw. Keep me interested, and I’ll continue to be your fan.

