At the end of this month, assuming I don’t blow it in the next 11 days, I will complete four years of daily blogging.
Human nature being what it is, instead of being thrilled to reach this nifty landmark, I find myself wondering why, after blogging all these years — not just the last four but nearly 20 years in all now — I’ve never expanded beyond a couple dozen readers a day. I feel like I have something to say, most days, so either I don’t have something to say or I’m helplessly hapless at marketing. I admit the latter is part of it; I would rather just write than spend a significant amount of time crying “Look at me!” at the universe.
“Don’t worry about that, your stuff will find its audience,” is the advice that comforts me, but apparently my stuff is looking for eyes in all the wrong places. And of course I, too, am all over the place — ranting my anti-war rants, trying to encourage people it’s going to be all right and to live as free as they can, veering into some flash fiction, and of course writing about Godzilla movies and ancient comic books …
A few people seem to “get” me. I see familiar names and faces among the “Likes” all the time. And even Bruce Springsteen occasionally is compelled to ask, “Is there anyone alive out there?” although the response he gets seems to be a little more definite.
It doesn’t really matter. This is a passion thing for me, the thing I will do even if no one pays attention, and a couple dozen readers a day is a lot more than “no one.” So thank you for checking in as I try every day to encourage, enlighten and/or entertain you. I plan to keep trying until that day when I am no longer able to communicate, and in the meantime see you tomorrow and, if I may borrow a line from the political fanatics, here’s to four more years.
