You know who reads my blog? My friends. And sometimes my second-cousin Johnny. Some of my friends happen to be journalists. Which even means, occasionally, I get linked to from fancy places. What I’m trying to say here, though, is that my readership is abysmally low.
Which has never really bothered me. ‘Cause like I’ve said before, I’m not really A Blogger. Though I have been trying to blog more regularly lately. And sometimes I like to think, well, maybe at least some people read what I write in their RSS feeds.
Yesterday, however, I made the mistake of checking how many subscribers I had in Google Reader. Wanna know how many?
This makes me die a little bit inside.
Even countering for spambots, I’ve got a couple hundred twitter followers. About a hundred people subscribed to my Reader shared-items feed. So …
Come on, guys! Look, here’s my feed:
Just put it in your Reader, okay? You don’t even have to check it!
Put it in that folder of things you never look at. Put it in that folder of blogs you habitually Mark All Read unless you’re stuck in traffic or on a desert-island with really good 3G reception, okay? I won’t know the difference!
Phoebe Maltz says
, “no blogger in his right mind should expect readers beyond” immediate family members and Google-happy exes. But I’m a really nice girl, okay? Ask my second-cousin Johnny. If nothing else, you can write it off as your good deed for the day. Deal?
And if I need to, I’ll post more pictures of baby koalas. Everyone likes baby koalas.
[Addendum: As JP Blanks was nice enough to point out to me, my old RSS feed stopped working in November. Which, come to think of it, is when I switched CMS platforms. And I didn’t even think about this, so I didn’t tell anyone to update their feed. Moral of this story: I’m an idiot sometimes. Carry on!]