My blog stats have flatlined for a few days, and that’s okay. Doesn’t mean I should stop writing because no one’s reading what I say, though it does make me reevaluate some things and ask myself (again) why I keep a blog. Why does anyone, for that matter? I suppose there are many answers to that question, though most of the blogs I follow are those of fellow writers. Guess we can’t get enough of getting our words “out there.”
Sometimes I think, gee, if I were a somebody I bet there would be people who’d want to read what I have to say or maybe just want to learn more about me/my work. That kind of thinking is dangerous, though. It’s a slippery slope and I don’t enjoy falling down, so I really don’t want to go there. If anyone relies on a following for validation or their own sense of worth, then they’re in trouble already.
I do find myself wondering if, when my poems are published in Rattle and in The Binnacle, anyone will try to find out more about this particular unconventional poet. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see. And I wonder, too, if (how?) it’ll change/affect me. Probably doesn’t matter, because I’m just a blip on the radar anyway. Still, it does wonder me. Then again, a hundred years from now, what’s it going to matter? :)