05 February 2011

Thinking Aloud: A Short, Scary Post

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Suddenly, it occurs to me that I am not interested in "driving traffic to my site."

I have nothing to sell. I am not fond of attention. I wonder, "What am I doing here?"

Just being honest.

In my next life, I think I shall be a ghost. I would enjoy that. It would be a nice relief from all this striving for profit and gain. No wonder people are always prophesying apocalypses. It is wishful thinking.

10 comments:

bruce said...

scary good and true!

Remittance Girl said...

I find the whole idea of 'driving traffic' very distasteful. But at the same time, I don't really believe the act of writing is complete until someone else reads it, so I do like readers. But I despise the marketization of it.

Richard G. Crockett said...

@bruce, hey. Was in an odd mood last night. Reflective. Sometimes supreme doubt is a great catharsis.

@Remittance Girl. Oh, thanks for stopping by! Actually, I totally agree with you. I like readers too, and if no one reads it, what IS the point? It's all that "Look at ME! Listen to ME! Meee! Meee!" stuff that was yanking my chain last night. Don't know what set it off.

Have been reading a lot of Greek tragedy though...

Brian Miller said...

i hear you...i will say if you write it and its good and you prime the pump by finding a few you actually enjoy visiting it will happen...have yet to meet anyone that gets traffic just on how good they are...my first year i had very few and then it just kinda broke open...

Fireblossom said...

And yet you link to a photo prompt and the post has zero to do with the prompt.

Richard G. Crockett said...

@Brian- Thanks for visiting. Insightful comment about content not necessarily leading to views at all.

@Fireblossom- I thought that link thingy was some kind of "guestbook." First time I ever saw one of those. I wrote a poem in the comments.

Then when I realized that I was "supposed" to have something here, per the rules of the game. I wrote the above post, belatedly. It was an innocent mistake.

StephanieC said...

At the heart of it all, I want to be heard.

I feel like the writing and humour is pointless without an audience.

Perhaps I am doing it for the wrong reasons, but I'm being truthful. I always seek reassurance from others. It's a bad personality trait.

Richard G. Crockett said...

Hi Stephanie,

I have been remiss: neither doing much blogging nor, in this case, even responding to a comment! Sorry. I just caught this. Yes, I agree. Without an audience, what is the point?

Jay said...

You have readers which is great. But if no readers, then try reading it aloud and put your heart and soul into the reading. Perform to the audience who are invisible only because of the glare of the footlights. I find this works for me but the guy in the next flat has been known to knock on the wall if I get too enthusiastic.

Richard G. Crockett said...

Jay,

Been there. Done that. I like the beach with loud crashing surf for shouting. I practiced Homer that way.

(I hate apartments. I always feel squeezed.)

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