Holy moly, we’ve reached the letter
To succeed at this elongated A to Z Challenge, I have an obligation to write about some things whose names begin with O.
Let’s start with my blog-stats. That doesn’t begin with O. Intellectually, I know that they don’t really reflect reality, or are important in themselves. Others have told me so, but still, I have that little bit of irrepressible OCD – that little bit of an obsession to obtain warm proof that I am liked and respected.
Now while it’s true that some of you folks couldn’t care less about whether others like what you write about or not, I like to make room in my rather thick Scottish skull for people who heap abundant praise on me for my writing. I like to believe that people appreciate my wit – but I’m only half right.
When a new reader makes a comment, I’ve been known to gushingly reply, and urge said visitor to return and comment – often. I don’t know which is worse and more embarrassing, being obsequious – or being obnoxious.
Still, I am optimistic that my writing will improve and become read by more people who say that they love me – and not just in a prison sex kind of way. I will continue to observe my stat numbers, and keep an open mind.
Well, don’t just sit there. Click ‘like.’ Heap praise.