Critique
Herself reads this site occasionally.
By occasionally, I mean about once a fortnight.
I know when she is snooping around because I put in a little software thingy on my laptop so I can see what she is doing when she is playing on her laptop. After all, I have to be able to cut her connection if it looks like she is about to buy something on line?
Usually she reads the site in stony silence.
The odd time she will actually comment that a piece is “good”. I dread that comment as she has an unerring knack of picking the scribbles that attract the least attention. So if it’s good, it’s bad, if you follow my drift?
She had a poke around last night. She hadn’t read it in a long time so I sat waiting patiently in dread for that comment that some piece was “good”. The comment didn’t come which pleased me.
“I’m just looking through your site” says she. She doesn’t know about my bit of software.
I grunted.
“You’ll be losing readers”.
“Oh? Will I? Why?”
I thought she was going to tell me that I should be writing more about the butterflies dancing on the Buddleia outside the window, or the cute things Penny does when she wants food. Her answer caught me completely on the hop.
“You’re losing your edge” says she. “You need to be more aggressive, more hard hitting.”
Naturally I thumped her. [Well – what else would you expect?]
It got me thinking though.
The problem is that I don’t know if she’s right, or whether she is just doing her usual thing of unerringly picking the opposite of what people really like.
Not that it matters anyway as I don’t write what people want to read – I write what I want to write, which is probably the reason I shall always remain a somewhat turbulent but very small little backwater on the Interweb.
I’m not bothered.
Do I look bothered?
Damn critics!
Your blog will always have thousands of readers. I am fairly sure nearly every government agency has it on their "watch" list. A few regular, or maybe irregular, OK just plain weird people read it too.
Indeed I do have thousands of readers. Unfortunately, 99% of them are called "Gucci Handbags" or "Vi@gra" or some other daft name. As for government agencies, I think most of them block me at their firewall. Heh!
The fairer sex can become like that when they've been around the scribe too long. They can start thinking they are doing the writing or whatever it is. I think another judicious thump when she least expects it should do the trick and then, just forget it happened.
Us Wedded Writers have a lot to put up with. I shall indeed continue with the judicious thumps, whether she is expecting them or not. If I stopped, she'd just think I had stopped caring.
Even if she's right; do you want to write to keep readers? Isn't that kinda like what politicians do? Say anything to get the votes.
Are you comparing me to a fucking politician? You are on very dangerous ground there.
No. Re-read.
So I keep saying anything to get the votes?
I'd vote for ya!
You haven't seen my manifesto yet! 😈
I already voted for ya'
You're doing fine GD, keep up the good work…
There's that word again! Don't you mean the bad work?
Grandad, I want to thump my woman, but she's considerably bigger than me.How do I thump her without her thumping me back? I don't think I could survive a serious blow.
The first trick I find is to hide the frying pan. Also it's an idea to lock up kitchen knives.
In case of emergency, the baseball bat is yer only man.
C'mon now. I know you didn't thump her! You wouldn't dare–she's shorter than you.
That's the very reason I would dare. Jayzus but if she were bigger than me, I'd be long dead.