Most of the time my posts get no response. That's fine -- most aren't intended to troll for comments. Nor is my ego deficient in a way that craves attention.
Still, one wonders if anyone is reading my blog posts. If that's all I cared about, I would wonder why I am doing this and wonder if I should continue.
But that's not why I blog.
I Am Not A Big Name
I don't have carreer or fan base of a John Scalzi or a Patrick Rothfuss or a Jim Wright. And why should I? This is still early in my SF writing career and I minimize the number of political rants to go off on. Hell, we don't even have any cats right now. It's all I can do to keep from being thrown off the Internet without cat updates and pictures.
I don't even do a lot of reposting of material.
So I know my reader base is limited. Geesh, since the Presto Printing Mailbox died, even my mother isn't reading my blog!
The Game Is Changed
Social media is not only the newfangled buzzword we use today, the system is in constant flux. "Nobody" blogs anymore when you can Facebook. Why Facebook when you can Twitter. In five years it may be that no one is using Facebook -- the MySpace of the 10s. Eight years ago I jumped directly from blog to blog that I wanted to read. Now I've got feeds on LiveJournal and Blogger, and links on Facebook, plus Twitter rehashed on LJ and FB.
So times have changed.
Plus, there's the simple fact that you never get 100% response in anything online. So while I may not see the responses to my posts on LiveJournal or especially Dreamwidth, I know there are people reading me. Other than spammers, I mean. And putting links on Facebook -- same thing. A few Likes or comments here or there should equal a larger small audience.
And anyway, there are flaws in the system. The Dreamwidth user base is smaller, LiveJournal isn't what it used to be and anyway, since LiveJournal Release 88 the other Christmas season, many have found the Friends page feeds ugly, unusable or annoying. And Facebook. You hit a link in FB and jump to my blog and when you go back to Facebook, it reloads from the top. You may never scroll down far enough to make a Like or comment to my post -- or it never shows up again because FB knows better than you do what you want to see. (snort)
So it's not a problem. I am aware that no response doesn't by itself mean anything.
I Say I Don't Care...
That even if no one reads my blog I'd still do it. And that's true. Since I have been feeling better and gotten the Kindle Fire HD in hospital, I've been going through all my blog posts. On the one hand, that only takes me back to April 2005. On the other, that's a good chunk of my modern life. It includes the acquisition of the current 4WD fleet, the upgrades to the house inside and out, the rebirth of my Nikon photography and most certainly most of my writing career and cons. And on the third hand, a slim documentation of This Year Without A Summer.
You see, there's good therapy in reliving my life to get my life back. When you've been stuck in a bed for two months, hospitalized for 5½ months and restricted at home for nearly two months, you need to be reminded of what you need to do to go back to work. To remind yourself of the good and the bad. And plan for things in the future.
Sure, I missed Windycon this year and will miss ConFusion in January. But I am not retired and homebound forever and I will be getting out of town, including Detcon 1 in Detroit in July -- no way am I missing a NASFiC in Michigan. But rather than sit and veg, my old blog entries rekindle the old fires. Gives me directions to look for future plans.
Because I am not sick and depressed. Wounded, perhaps. Gimpy in a new way which has required serious thought in what I need to do and what obstacles there are left to conquer. But in the immortal words of song...
I shall survive...
And rest assured my blog will continue. You can't get rid of me that easy. (grin)
PS -- Don't forget about the Dr. Phil "Under Suspicion" Giveaway. (DW)