I’m here assessing my site that’s pretty unread. I don’t do much to glean followers I’ll admit, so that’s a big part of it. I realize social-media is a must if you want mass attention.
It didn’t stop me though from dismantling my Facebook page because the creeps were coming out of the woodwork.
Hey it’s Bob, remember me? We had sex in the backseat of my father’s Pontiac.
Susannah it’s Jill. I stole your boyfriend in high school. Wanna have lunch?
I often wonder what possesses people to think you’d be happy to hear from them after 40 years of trying to forget them.
I’m not a big blog reader, preferring to use the time to write, including posts that few will read since I’m not reading theirs. I’ve said this many times, but I’d rather have 3 people who really like my writing than 100 who couldn’t care less, but need my LIKE like it’s a vital organ.
This reminds me of Friday Fictioneers where you’re asked to write a short piece inspired by the posted photograph. The couple of times participating, I read a bunch since they’re short and sweet, and was quite read in return. Since then however, I’ve never heard from one of them, except for David who’s so busy writing his beloved fiction, he rarely blogs at all these days.
I rest my case.
I love to write. It means more to me than anything. I will just have to accept my lack of popularity relishing the page as is, a place where I can pen my prose plain and simple, never forgetting art is a gift, even if it’s not widely recognized.
I appreciate the handful of readers I do have, and thank you most humbly.