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Hello? Anybody? Hello?

Time out from the literary relevations to say that I had a comment posted recently on this blog that basically says, Hey! Why am I the only one commenting here!  This is good stuff.

OK, the comment was not that clear.  In fact, it was a little enigmatic.  You can read it yourself here – it’s at the bottom.  But it does bring up the topic of readers and commenters.  Particularly in light of Justin Halpern’s amazing success with his Twitter feed, book deal-slash-TV show starring William Shatner (now in the works).  Over a million Twitter followers!  And here I sit.  50 views in one day is a HUUUUUGE day for me.  And I haven’t figured out the mechanics of blogging well enough to know … if a friend or relative clicks on every link and skims through all my back posts, could that account for all 50?

That’s why it’s so great when someone comments on a post.  If I work with them, am related to them, or am friends with them… that’s cool.  It’s fun to know that people you like are interested in what you have to say.  And if it’s a stranger, there’s a little extra edge.   Ooh, look, someone found me! In the vast interweb universe, someone has stumbled upon me.  And cared enough about what I said to say something back.

I admit, though, that I am not a huge commenter, myself.  I subscribe to some blog feeds and read them daily (or as often as the blogger posts).  Some are literary in nature  (such as View From the Library Window and Pub Rants) – and some are modern culture-related (such as Apple Hot News and Derek Siver’s blog) and some are just plain fun (including The Tipsy Baker and Jog, Fat Boy, Jog).  For any particular blog, I post a comment about once a month.  I think that’s true of most people.  These are the lurkers.

Their opposites are the “I will comment on anything and everything” crew. I see these folks on She Writes and Book Blogs, building a network of other bloggers and promising to subscribe to each others’ posts.  So far I have disdained this… read me if you like me.  If you don’t, don’t.  And I’ll do the same for you.  The other feels a little too much like commerce.

Still, a blogger is a blogger because they want to be read.  If I didn’t want to be read, I’d have a diary instead.  Luckily the rewards come often enough that I’m still here, plugging away, and having fun doing so.  So I’ll stop whining. Thanks for your indulgence.