On this day eight years ago, I wrote my first blog post. Eight years later, I still manage to find things to say. Over the period I have shared some of the 15,000 odd photos I have taken. It has been and is a wonderful experience. I have met some blog mates and I will no doubt meet some more in the future.
Blog stats tell me I have post an average of 1.65 times a day. Too much. I think 1.25 would be good.Surely eventually I will run out of things to say.
I read something in The Guardian a while ago which made me think. Well, The Guardian often makes me think, a thing I am not normally keen on doing.
If I translate what I read in The Guardian to my blog, I have gathered around me people who I like, and people who seem to like me because they read my blog. A few readers have come and gone over the years, but there are some significant stalwarts.
The point of the Guardian article was, that is how it is. Of course no one who dislikes me or what I write reads me. Why would they?
There is no doubt in my mind that having a blog is all about approval. That is rather the opposite to what I normally say; my blog, my online diary, I will write regardless. I wouldn't still be writing in detail after eight years later if it wasn't for the comments and the people I interact with.
Some time ago Dina in the United States mentioned me in a post. She thought I was ninety percent trustworthy as a real person who blogged, rather than a fake blogger who made their life up, of who she has had some experience. I lost some percentage because she had not seen a photo of me. She has now, although she is politely doubtful about my earlier claim that I resemble her lust object, Julian McMahon.
No, I am pretty much real. I may well have used dramatic license at times, but not much and not often.
Thanks for reading me. Appreciate it.