I suppose it is the writing urge that should steer and not the desire for validation or comments. I don't have a stats meter on each post, so I don't have any real idea how many people are actually reading, unless they leave a comment. I don't expect people to respond to every post or comment on every post, by any means. Goodness knows: I don't. There are many blogs I read that I never, or at least very rarely, comment on, for one reason or another. But I suppose I do make more effort for people I have become close to. Even some little smile or nod of acknowledgment means something, at least I know it does to me. This isn't fishing for comments, honestly. I get this curious feeling of weirdness about the way this online interaction works every so often. This blogging thing screws with your head.
I write because I want to see my words come alive. I write because I want to get better at writing. My writing voice becomes stronger with every sentence I pluck from my (often) seething brain and pin down. I don't normally write to vent or gush or unload in this space. It's not about that for me. I admit that I think, probably much too often, about my audience, as I write. Will what I am thinking about today be interesting? Will anyone care about what I have to think or say or feel? How can I write it down in such a way as to touch a chord in YOU, my reader? How can we connect?
Often the posts that engender multiple comments are the ones I think are complete throw-aways. Tossing a bunch of words out there and mixing them up like salad often turns up surprising results. It's a virtual crap shoot. Snake eyes! Baby needs a new pair of shoes!
Yesterday I talked to my mom, on an international connection, for TWO hours. I forget I have Skype. So stupid. But the phone bill, and in conjunction, the internet bill, are two bills I NEVER mind paying. They're always worth it, for what they give me. I called her, and we talked for an hour. Then I realized how much time had gone by, but we were in the middle of something, so I blurted, "Hey! Call me back!" and she did and we talked for another hour. It was just what I needed: catching up, talking through, laughing a lot, and getting some clear advice and help with a decision I've been batting around for awhile.
How often should you call, when you're far apart? The answer is probably the same as with writing and blogging: as often as you can.
*Title from a quote by William Plomer