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.
“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?