I started this blog a little over a year ago, now. I started it in order to share with the world my writing, spread the word about it.
I have more than 50 followers.
But I rarely get any comments. When I do, they have nothing to do with my writing.
So why do I continue to do this to myself? Why do I continue to attempt to share with the world who I am and what I write?
I can only assume it’s because I’m a glutton for punishment. I can’t stand to be content, I have to waste my time on blog posts.
Granted, I’ve been irregular with Throwback Thursday’s, and I flaked on that CHD post. And I’ve not written decent fiction since my one and only foray into NaNoWriMo, in November 2013. I attempted a “Very Short Fiction”, which only got to be too long and is still unfinished.
But, no one cares, you know, except those I see everyday who had a part in “Black Friday”.
I don’t aspire to fame. I don’t attempt to believe I could ever sale more than one or two copies a year. I just like to write, whether I suck or not. I’d also like to know if anyone, besides friends whom I’ve known for years, likes my my writing.
I don’t ask for much. Just a little feedback.