My visitor stats are approaching the thousand mark and my feedburner shows 3 signed-up readers. Hardly world domination, I know, but the journey of a thousand readers begins, as they say, with the first hit. I must own up to being a little ashamed that I check my visitor stats most days. This amuses me because the whole notion of having readers never entered my head when I started blogging.
So why, I muse, would people read what I write? Do I have novelty value (me bein' a sheep 'n all)? Or is it because I write well or write amusingly, perhaps? I can't really know. All I do know is that I find blogging quite therapeutic and, as I post most days, it gives me a sense of comfort in the familiarity of its form.
So why, I muse, would people read what I write? Do I have novelty value (me bein' a sheep 'n all)? Or is it because I write well or write amusingly, perhaps? I can't really know. All I do know is that I find blogging quite therapeutic and, as I post most days, it gives me a sense of comfort in the familiarity of its form.
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