Come On Out
I once met a local blogger that was obsessed with the lurkers that visited her blog. It simply drove her mad that people would read her stuff and not identify themselves and comment. I guess she wasn’t getting enough applause and recognition for what she considered the genius of her cranial drippings.
Years ago I had a stat counter on this blog and I kept an eye on my hits like it was the stock market, but one day I realized that I was writing more for myself and I didn’t care if anyone was reading. This blog to me is a way of getting ideas out of my head so I can move on to think about other things.
I do still have a stat counter account and I consult it once in a while just to see how many unique visitors come this way. I’m not a real stat whore. I don’t tag my posts with key words that draw people in from all over. Most of the readers here come from blogs that I follow and comment on. I get hits from between 60 and 80 unique visitors a day, of which there are about ten readers that comment here on a regular basis.
I mention this because just in the last three days three lurkers have come out of the closet. One, my nephew’s girlfriend who just had a baby commented on my anti social post earlier this week. Another reader from Virginia emailed me, and someone I went for a horseback ride with on Sunday told me she reads as well. It’s funny because you never really know who is reading. It’s a good thing I’ve been behaving lately.
So I extend a warm welcome to all you lurkers out there. Don’t be shy if you feel like commenting. I’m just a dopey blogger. I don’t bite people other than Auntie, g, Moose and Darev. If you don’t feel like commenting; that’s OK, too.