Thirty-four people have visited my blog since I went to bed last night. Not one of them left a comment.
Dozens of people came by when I was writing about New Orleans, about Prince Edward Island, about Passover and Easter. With one or two exceptions, the few comments came from people I've "known" for most of my blogging life.
A couple of months ago, I heard Kathleen Norris speak a couple of times. One member of a student audience asked her what the best thing about being a writer is, and she said, "Readers."
To that I have to add, "Readers who have something to say." It's so depressing, writing away, playing with my photos, and hearing a silence as loud as if I were just messing around all by myself with my hard-cover journals.
I'm tempted to go back to AOL with its rampant advertising just to find more company.
I try to leave comments most of the time when I visit other blogs. The comments may be inane sometimes, but I do try to demonstrate my appreciation of the effort that went into the writing or artwork.
To those of you who comment regularly, thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful I am for your feedback and your willingness to reveal your presence.