I will never get used to having the things I write read by somebody. Anybody. I put it out there for precisely that reason. To be read. If I were to write simply for my own pleasure, I needn’t publish it. But I do. Yet, actually knowing that someone is reading what I am writing is utterly strange.
I am left baffled when I check the stats on my blog, finding that people from more countries than I have been to have read my blog. I’m not sure what to make of the fact that my blog has been read on every continent.
I may not have a ton of followers, but every one of them is precious to me. So I try not to screw it up. Perhaps everyone that reads what I am writing without tearing it, or me, apart, is precious to me. I suppose, you guys keep me on my toes. I am much more conscious of my writing, trying not to make mistakes, editing more thoroughly. I try to become a better writer with every word I write, knowing that I won’t always be successful, if ever.
And before I veer further into rambling territory, let me just repeat that I appreciate you. All of you.