Blogs – Suddenly they all died. The end.

My little Tomcat at the tender age of four
Photo by Kay Kauffman

My, how time flies! Without my even realizing it, this little blog o’ mine has turned five years old. That happened somewhere around the tail end of last month and I forgot all about writing my planned retrospective about my time in the blogging world.

Five years. My, how the years have flown! I started blogging about six months after my divorce was finalized. I wanted to write passionate political spiels of great depth and insight; I wanted to pen fantastic short fiction that was sure to catch the eye of someone important, that elusive one right person who could make all my lifelong literary dreams come true; I wanted to create a wildly successful blog that would spawn book deals and syndicated columns and who knows what else.

In short, I had high hopes. I was young, bright-eyed yet jaded. Possibly I had delusions of grandeur.

I don’t know what I wrote, but evidently someone – or several someones – found something I said of interest because my blog traffic is through the roof today. Normally I can expect to see twenty, maybe thirty people stop by on any given day. On a really good day, the number of visitors jumps up to around fifty. It’s a small following, I know, but I truly appreciate those who stop by regularly. I think it’s better to have a handful of loyal fans than a thousand people who maybe stop in only once.

But today? Today I’ve had 303 hits. I don’t know what I wrote that was so dadgum interesting, but whatever it was, I wish someone would let me know so I could do it again! Or at the very least, I could try to do it again.

And now, back to my writing cave!