Yesterday morning my simple sidebar stats told me that I had 2,211. When I blearily returned to the land of the living yesterday evening and sat down at the PC, I found an immense number of emails re posts I hadn’t seen, plus something like 6 of them notifying me of new followers. But when I looked at the stats again there on the sidebar, I had gained ONE.
This means that something like five people who had been following me had peremptorily stopped doing so.
I’ve always told myself that I don’t give a rat’s (_|_) about stats, and it’s true. But still, the knowledge that a (small) group of readers has had cause to cut and run is something that causes me to wring my hands. What did I do ? Was I maundering on too much about the talks I give from time to time ? Was it because I’m self-obsessed (shut up Steve !) ? Have I become stultifyingly boring ?
I have NO WISH that anyone attempt to give me an answer, I promise. I am merely expressing my disappointment aloud without need of a solution. Because there isn’t one, of course: you wonderful photog.s can just keep pumping out your beautiful images, and you cooks your wonderful recipes, and you writers your excellent stories, and you craftspeople your admirable objects …
We nothing-in-particular bloggers can rely only on our ability to be as interesting as possible.
And yesterday I wasn’t.
Impossible not to wonder if those people who find themselves listening to me as I harangue them about ATLMD and the writing of it might wish to do the cut-and-run themselves.
Hard not to become paranoid … Will do me best but.