Is anybody out there?
I can hear my voice echo in the silence, skipping down the ghost-town streets like a rock skipped over water.
But there is no water, of course. It’s barren here. Everything fallen into the cracks of the dry ground.
‘Here’ being this blog. Oh, you thought you were reading an excerpt from one of my books? Ha. I wish. Because then you’d actually be reading this. And I suspect that you’re not. That I’m talking to nobody. I’ve run into a strange phenomenon, here on this blog. Post after post, these days, seems to go straight into some persnickety Abyss intent on sabotaging my connection to the readers I once had. Maybe they’re just not interested in what I have to say, anymore. Maybe I’m not interesting.
Except…I can post the exact same thing on another blog, and it gets hits, and likes, and comments. I’ve started running experiments, and, sure enough, without fail, my posts get noticed elsewhere (still on WordPress, mind you, just under other blog names). Just not here, on Harperpages.
Is Harperpages cursed? Well, I don’t believe in such things, but it is strangely like clockwork. And I’m not sure what to do about it. Abandon my main headquarters? That’s…kind of out of the question.
But I’d rather post excerpts where they’re actually going to get read. I’d rather post news where someone is actually going to notice. I’d rather share exciting tidbits where people are actually going to get excited about them.
But, I mean, really? It’s the same stuff, people. Can’t you humor me and rave over ‘Chapter 1’ of my latest book here, instead of on my cooking blog?!
I don’t actually have a cooking blog.
But the principle remains.
Since I don’t believe in curses, I’m going to stop this rant now and stubbornly keep posting to this blog, as I always have, and wait for the wayward readers to find their way back. They will. They have to. It’s the same stuff they’re liking elsewhere. They’re just in their rebellious teenage phase. Yes, that must be it. They just don’t want to be seen with me, because I’m the mother, and it’s embarrassing. Everybody loves Mom, but they’ll never admit it.
So they show their affection in secret. Where nobody will ever be able to make the connection.
But hey. If my cooking blog becomes famous for my book excerpts, who am I to complain? I’ll go down in history as the famous author with a cooking blog as the hub of her literary empire. Why not? As Hayden Christensen once said, as smolderingly-awkward Anakin Skywalker smirking at the Uber-Famous Natalie Portman as I will someday, “Well?…If it works?”