Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005 • 8 Comments on Who Am I Writing For?
It’s always interesting (nerve wracking) to think about who is reading me. And by “me,” I mean this blog. I don’t think about who is reading the “me” that’s over there in the side bar—I hope a lot of people are reading the “me” that writes for a living (or writes for coffee, which is about all my writing income affords me most months), but I don’t want to think about it too much. It has nothing to do with what I write (so, so tired am I of the “in the defense of erotica writing” conversation as well as the “I’m a writer. I write many different things, all of them equally valuable and meaningful to me” conversation) but the fact that I’m writing to a certain expectation—namely that my writing is worth paying for. I’d hate for anyone to buy something I’ve written and be disappointed. Ouch.
No, I’m talking about the blog readers. The ones who stop by daily, weekly or monthly to see what I’m up to. The ones who are a part of my real life and still want to read what I write. The ones who Google me either because they know me, knew me once upon a time or know someone with my name. The ones who find me via a link from some other kind blogger who likes the way I write or what I write about. The ones who e-mail or post a comment. The ones who miss me when I’m gone (which is nice) and the ones who don’t (which makes me wonder why). I don’t know everyone who reads me, of course. There are those who choose to remain anonymous, but I know they’re out there. Reading me.
In no particular order, I’ve recently been “discovered” by an actor and theater professor from the west coast, an anonymous someone who works for the same city I do, a high school classmate, an editor who read one of my stories and one of my cousins from the midwest. Just that short list makes for some schizophrenic moments when I sit down to write something for my blog. I have to remind myself to write what
I want to write about, not what I think someone else wants to read. Because, honestly, I have no idea what ya’ll are doing here. Is there nothing on television? And don’t you have work
to do? (That one is for Jeremy.)
Thanks for reading. Thanks for missing me when I’m gone. If you’re feeling so inclined, post a comment and let me know who and where you are. It’s nice to know who’s out there. Reading me.