I admit I adore some of those “who” I write, and my hope is that over the course of a book that a reader comes to do so as well.
Sometimes I write a comment and afterwards I think… that should not be “buried” among other comments.
I think about all I’ve published, as well as what I am writing. I’m chatty and often casual on a free blog post like this. To me, my blog here is talking over a coffee, or something harder…
“Today is your birthday. Actually, it was February 29… and that was you. Of course you were born on a leap year. You couldn’t have had just an ordinary day every year like the rest of us.”
As for you visitors, and especially, followers. I can’t follow everyone back who follows me. However, don’t think I don’t notice you have been here.
I had also anticipated I would not be writing much this week in France due to the fact four of us are unexpectedly sharing a small holiday apartment. So I had decided that I would at least read some while here.
Why as a writer bother with a several times a week blog? Isn’t it a distraction? Isn’t it a hassle?
As the world turns. A blog post is often how I start my day, and by 9 or 10 AM I am often immersed in what I am supposed to be writing for eventual novel publication.
A few things on my mind that I just wanted to mention here this morning…
My grandmother is long gone. My mother is now too. My dad remains – and I know I shall miss him terribly whenever he too is gone.
I’m avoiding blogging “officially” for a time, of course. Then I thought, “Eh, I might as well share this prominently with all of you too!” No secrets here! 🙂
Relaxing is proving exhausting in its way also.
But there are always idiots out there, of course. Minutes after the defeat, I got a Twitter reminder.
My guess is I have a modest flow of new novel readers only because as I have kept writing books I have also made sure I have regularly posted on my blog here: the two go hand in hand.
A “sea lion” fights always to get in the last word ON YOUR SITE; you can’t end an exchange, the “sea lion” must.