When I first began this blog (almost 3 years ago - how time flies when you're droning on....) I went through a long period of having no readers or commenters, let alone Followers. Then slowly slowly, it began to happen, and how thrilling that was to a novice blogger who could quite happily have carried on burbling away to herself for years. It was a sort of validation - I'm not sure of what - and a hint that perhaps not everything I blogged was mindless drivel - after all, those commenters and Followers wouldn't have stayed if it had been, would they (you)?
I can remember being thrilled to discover that some people actually came back, posting comments quite regularly, and how exciting it was to reach the grand total of 10 Followers. Your numbers have increased in the past year.
And then I stuck at 99 Followers, and I began to watch that immobile total with interest. When would it change to 100? Should I mark the occasion, perhaps with a giveaway to the lucky 100th? What on earth would I give away, though? I'm so hopeless at making things to the superb standard I have come to expect, awe-struck, from fellow bloggers; I have no bright ideas for an interesting package of assorted treats. But I felt I should do something. However, 99 it stayed, for ages.
And then paint tins and scrawny old cats intervened, and when I returned to my self-obsessed Followers watching, the total had jumped to 103! What a shame; missed No. 100 - and there will be no giveaway for you, friend Shelagh, aka No. 103, you who have taken three years to learn how to do that Following thing! (Although I would know what to send you - a large box of Bassett's Jelly Babies.... Fancy Canada not having those gruesome little delights!)
But I'm not complaining; having 103 Followers feels like a privilege to me. I want to say thank you to all who have clicked on that Follow button, and to those people who take the time to come back, to post comments, send emails, read the
And I haven't finished, so don't go away, will you.