Part of why I have this blog is to get me to write daily. The other part is to be a part of this huge community on the Internet. So I have to say I'm a little flummoxed when I write a post called "Kill the idea of the lone writer" and say how lonely it can be at the top, or wherever, and NO ONE LEAVES A COMMENT. (Um, you might see there is one, but if you go to read it, you'll see that I left it.)
I had the flu all last week. This meant I did not go to my writing class, my job, a home group that I just got invited to join (it was to be my first time going!), and I left church early. So isolation was a real thing last week. Luckily, I chose to write about things people comment on (costume historical movies, and of course, I showed and told about my eyes.
I'm back at stuff this week, but I'm about to go off to Boston (which the second week will be with Susan, Hallelujah) but the first week I'll be going to seminars with people I've never met. I'll be sharing a room with a woman I talk to once a month (another great librarian, but still, a near stranger to me.)
So if there was ever a time when I needed comments, it's this week. I'm almost ready to NOT show you my butter dish because frankly, (no offense, Blackbird) it says nothing about me except that I don't have issues with Rubbermaid. I do not have cute children. I do not have recipes. I just have me, a lone writer in this lovely (yet messy) garret. I do not read as much as Babelbabe. I do not take as many pictures as Blackbird or watch Survivor. I do almost always get one comment when I post a Bible verse.
So here's the thing--I want to get to know you, my readers. I want to write stuff that touches you enough that you comment on more than "cute butterdish." So what is it you want more of?
Um, and I know you're out there: these are the stats. I have a total of 4,490 visits, Average of 39 per day, 41 Today, and your average visit length is 3 minutes.
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