Each day I check my statcounter and I’m continually shocked at the slow but steady increase of readers. It makes this whole blogging endeavor that much more satisfying when I see how many return visitors hit this page each day to read my nonsense, but underneath that satisfaction I also feel a bit apprehensive. With the steady influx of readers comes a greater responsibility on my part to entertain and inform, and sometimes, just sometimes, I just don’t feel up to the role.
Tonight I spent several hours working out how to install Zelda on my cell phone (I finally got it to work), and consequently I didn’t write up the post I had originally intended. When I finally sat down at the big computer where I normally write I felt drained, and instead of writing I just watched silly YouTube videos”¦and now I’m feeling guilty about my laziness.
Earlier this evening a friend and I discussed the beginnings of Hyperliterature, and that conversation got me wondering why I feel obligated to post every single night. Lots of bloggers only post several times a week. My palms get itchy if I go a day without posting any new material.
I like knowing that I touch people (clean up those thoughts you pervs), and with the blog I’m provided with instant gratification by way of comments and the statcoutner. I don’t have that crutch with my other writing. Also, with the blog format I’m not required to really organize my thoughts in any extended or intuitive manner. At most I’m writing five or six paragraphs, and that’s a walk in the park compared to working on a novel.
But in the back of my mind I know that many times I use this blog as the means to avoid having to work on that novel, because I realize that a day will come when its completion will force me to seek publication.
And don’t tell anyone, but I’m more than a little scared of that not too distant day.