Okay, so I'm no Sally Field. But I was looking over my stats for the past few days for my blog. Not that I obsess about that kind of thing. I mean, it's not like I actually pay attention to the fact that at exactly 10:20 am (blog time), someone visited my site after performing a search on tying shoes. Nah. I don't really notice stuff like that.
But, what I noticed was a marked increase of pageloads on Monday. In fact, I received about five times as many page loads and four times as many unique visitors. One ambitious bloke from the UK (well, I think bloke, since I'm not entirely sure what it means to be a bloke...so if I'm offending anyone with that term, I apologize...it just sounded British) actually read every post I've written all in one day. I'll just say "I'm sorry" up front to that person that they have such a boring life that they actually spent that much time visiting my blog. (I hope you get better soon.)
Anyhow, the whole spike does cause one to wonder. What, exactly, spurred this on? And why didn't it continue on Tuesday? For one day, and one day only, you liked me. But that's okay. Really it is. Because I never envisioned my readership even surpassing five...on a good day.
But I'm curious. Did a bunch of you just accidently stumble in, never to return? And for those of you who did return (since the log shows an abnormally high number of returning visitors on Tuesday), what was it that did it? Perhaps it is idle curiousity, like standing outside the Penguin exhibit, watching them waddle around. Look there. See that man? He's trying to blog! Isn't it funny how he is trying to be funny? Don't you feel sorry for him? Awww, look at that. He's got baby penguins. How cute!
I'll admit, though...there is a part of me that wonders...is it possible...that perhaps, maybe...you like me? You really like me?
Or not.
Whatever the sick, twisted reason you have for reading my posts, however...I want to thank you now.
In other news...I (finally) finished reading Confessions of Super Mom. However, don't let the length of time I took to read it sway you. It was a great book. But I've had so much in life taking away from my time that I haven't even written anything on my own WIP in over a month. But, I'll write about Confessions in another blog, otherwise I'll go over my allotted word count. (I'm hoping to interview author Melanie Lynne Hauser...if I can get her to stop working on her sequel long enough...I mean, where are her priorities?)
