The other day, for the first time in many months, I checked my traffic stats for my blog.

Youch.

I mean, I'm not shocked that it has dropped to almost nothing, you know, since I haven't really been writing on here. And then there was the whole drama queen move of announcing a retirement.

But, still.

In my brain, I imagine people still visiting and foraging through my archives. Literally frolicking in my writing. Throwing words in the air.

"Wheee!"
"Fun!"
"Did this dude really use the phrase 'rampant ass-fuckery'?"

I can't wrap my mind around people moving on to other blogs and forgetting me. Which, really, is a lot like how I feel after a break-up. "She's dating someone else? REALLY? That dude?"

Let's face it, the next dude is always a step down. But, I don't expect these women to fall completely apart without me.

Maybe just become nuns.

I'm mostly kidding.

I've always felt like my blog had a cap on it anyway, as far as potential traffic goes. I don't think it has ever been a typical blog. Lots of fiction writing. Not much personal information shared. Annoying posts about how it isn't a typical blog. Etc.

I don't think I could ever be a blogger that talks about what I'm doing each day. Usually my favourite part of any day is the time when I get to just sit and write. But, how would I blog about that to make it sound amazing? I'm not Megan.

I don't think anyone wants to hear about how I found the perfect comfy spot to sit, with laptop open, listening to Buffalo Springfield's "Mr. Soul" with a pretty muse in mind.

It makes me spectacularly happy though.

I don't think I can properly explain the rush I get when a cool phrase pops into my head and I run for a pad of post-its to try to jot it down before it is replaced in my head with sports statistics and the lyrics to 80s tunes.

I have been around the blogworld long enough to know exactly how I could build traffic. I know the types of posts I can write to get 50+ comments. I understand the old trick of commenting and kissing ass everywhere to get traffic back.

Ehh. That shit isn't me.

I'm content to sit in my little corner of the world and do my thing. I love when people dig it and let me know, but I don't need that.

And lately there has been more Buffalo Springfield and more post-its everywhere.

So... lots of writing in general and nobody reading my blog.

I'm cool with that.