I got two posts on the front page of Sphinn over the past few days, one of which is placed at #1. Woo-hoo!

How on earth did I manage that? What cunning ulterior marketing plan was employed?

None, actually. I submitted the stories and forgot about them.

I don’t know if I was expecting much in the way of take-up, as some people had been suggesting that you need a network of friends to vote you up, Digg-style. Not so, I’m pleased to say. So, I’m going to announce that Sphinn does a damn fine job at selecting quality posts! I may be a tad biased.

Rampant ego mania aside, I can see how Sphinn could get rather addictive. And it does highlight some really good writers I hadn’t heard of before.

Although Jill Whalen wonders why Sphinners hate pregnancy. Mothering metaphors not alpha-geeky enough?