I had a whole blog post planned out for this week, as I usually do. I’ve been writing it in my head over the past few days, as I usually do. All was ‘as normal’ or, at least, as normal as it gets around these here parts. Then I sat down to actually write it, to type it out as I am doing now, and my brain just started talking to me.
“Wait,” my brain said, “this post is going to be really boring, You know that, don’t you?”
(Photo (cc) Dena Rosko)
“Well, yes, I suppose I do.”
“Write something else then.”
“I don’t know do I? I’m just your brain.”
So here I am, faced with the proverbial blank page… well, not quite so blank now but still blank enough, and not a clue what I should put on it.
What should I put on it?
Then I thought (not with my brain, obviously), I thought, “why not just say thanks to the people who stop by and have a read now and again?”
Why not indeed?
So that’s what I’m going to do.
Thanks very much actually. I never say it and I should so now I am… saying it, that is. Thanks.
By coming by here and having a look at my stuff from time to time, you play an important part in the life and general well-being of the blog. You are the blood that keeps the creative heart pumping. I appreciate the time you spend here. You raise me up. All that kind of stuff.
Sometimes I ask myself, would I still write the blog every week if nobody ever came to read it? I’m not sure I know the answer because, thankfully, some people do come. At times, I can convince myself that I would. I can make the case that the blog is a place to loosen up for other writing, to consider some of my thoughts with a little forced clarity, to perhaps leave a more detailed picture of how I ‘am’ in a better way than any photograph will ever do. Yes, I can cheerfully assert, even if none of you ever came by, I would still write the blog.
But would I? Really?
Today, I don’t necessarily think that I would.
There’s a clue, I think, in how I promote the weekly blog post. All I usually do is stick one link on Facebook, one on Google Plus and Tweet about it a few times through the week then whatever will be, will be. Some weeks hardly anyone comes by, other weeks, it gets quite busy. Whatever…
Yes, ‘Whatever’. Except, Ken, what about on those weeks when not so many people come by? Don’t you tend to tweet a few more links than you normally would in those weeks? Eh? Don’t you? Isn’t that some kind of signal that the people who come here to read are more important to you than you often give them credit for? Isn't it just a bit less-fun when fewer people come by?
So, yes, I can brag on about how I’d still be scribbling away here if nobody came to look but I’m not at all sure there’s any truth in it. I hope I don’t get to find out anytime soon because, the truth is, I value your stopping by. It means something to me. And, no, I’m not trying to guilt you into coming around more than you do. Nobody needs to do that. Drop by now and again. ‘Set a spell’, as they used to say on The Beverley Hillbillies.
I may not say ‘thanks’ every time you come by but I’ll say it now and hopefully that will count for something into the future.