When I wrote under another name, my blog got between 100 and 200 hits a day. Even with no new content for the past couple of months, it still gets between 50 and 100 hits a day. I was also part of a writing group that meant that I got feedback from half a dozen people or more on every story I posted.
Now. what I mostly get is silence.
On a good day, this blog get thirty hits. On a slow day, maybe five hits.
So why am I still here?
What is the point of blogging into silence?
Perhaps it doesn’t need to have a point?
I don’t have a political agenda. I’m not trying to sell anything. I’m not even trying to win friends and influence people.
I need to write. It’s just the way I’m built. The process of writing brings me pleasure. That used to be enough for me, but over the past ten years, I have developed a hunger to be read.
I want is to share my experience. I want my stories to be enjoyed. I want to express the pleasure I get from the books I read and I want somewhere where I can follow my own thoughts with enough discipline to make them clear to others.
So I blog.
So many other people blog.
In the hope of connecting.
In the need to be heard
In the desire to have meaning.
And if I blog into silence, then at least the silence is not of my making.