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When blogger had its hiccup recently and blog rolls failed to populate, I had a bit of a come to Jesus moment.
For over five years, I’ve ranged from diligent, to consistent in my posts, but what has never changed is how much I have treasured every comment received here at Middle Passages. It is news to no one that our craft can be a lonely one, and the virtual world makes it less so. Each comment means someone is reading…ME. Last week, Blogger blew up our reading pages and I had to click one-by-one through my blog roll to read the bloggers I follow. Pretty quickly, I realized as hard as it was for me, it would be just as difficult for my followers to find me. If this thing didn't get fixed fast, well, gosh. Maybe they’d stop coming. The thought made me feel a little sick. Bereft, even.
And so, the aha. I realized, as much as I love it, I don’t just write for myself. I want, and crave readers. During Blogger’s issue, I investigated Feedly and other options, and would probably have ended up subscribing there. But would other folks have done that? Would it have been important to them to find me? The idea made me harken back to those pre-Internet days. What if the only way for folks read my stuff was to keep submitting it to a traditional, competitive publishing world, knowing that most of it would have returned to me with a great, big R for rejection (if even that).
That’s when I knew, I’d fail without a writing community. To all of you out there, I want you to know how important you are to me.