I wouldn’t be missed if I disappeared.
I would, as in me. It’s my blog that would fade right into obscurity if I suddenly stopped posting.
People always chastise me when I mention that my blog hardly gets any hits. I should participate in memes (done that), or writing prompt sites (done that), or comment places (do that). It only works for a little while and not to any real noticeable degree.
I’m a realist so I like to be frank with myself and others as often as possible.
I’m not cornering markets when it comes to quality writing. I’m average at best in all honesty. My ability to advertise myself isn’t there and I’m not saying anything worth reblogging or remarking on. Where other larger sites are missed and subsequent reappearances still bring people in, I am not of the caliber. This site is one of a thousand sites of similar function and I could walk away and quickly be forgotten.
On some level it bothers me because aren’t I special in any way? The answer is no. I know someone thinks I’m special (my mother), but the reality remains there are others just like me. Average bloggers. Average sex bloggers?
I can’t wrap this up with my usual stab at optimism. I’ll keep blogging, but this is just a reminder that I’m speaking into an empty room. Or maybe it’s a room overflowing with people and it’s impossible to be heard over all the noise.
Maybe I need to reevaluate what I want from this blog. My goals have changed and maybe I need to change some things accordingly.