Sometimes I must admit that I wonder why I did NaBloPoMo. Mostly, I wanted a reason to write again. I really do enjoy blogging, it is just that sometimes it feels like I just am not inspired. I know that all of you have felt this way at one point or another, but for me it is a major frustration. Deep down, I would love to have a popular blog, where everyone comes to read every day. Thousands of hits a day, a vast readership. But then, I think about it. What kind of commitment would that be? All those readers, clambering for a post every day, becoming angry if I didn’t produce. When I think about the down side to having one of those blogs, I realize that I would really be a slave to it. I wouldn’t be free to take a vacation without pre-dating posts.
So, we are back to me. Little old me, with not much inspiration on a Sunday evening. Do I mind? Sometimes. But, I started this blog for a place to just be me, and I have that. I am happy with what I have. My readers are friends, worth more to me than all the thousands of other readers out there that could make me popular.
