as a writer, what i think makes me most uncomfortable is the realization that people might actually be reading what i write. when i was writing features for the madison ‘isthmus’ it always surprised me to meet people who had read my work; despite the 80,000 issue run, the front cover graphic advertising my articles, and the readily available free stack of ‘isthmuses’ in every restaurant and cafe in town.
as a sci-fi short fiction writer that sort of thing never happens. i mean, how many people in america have actually read andromeda spaceways inflight magazine, let alone remember any particular story?
which is why i’ve been disconcerted to discover that people i don’t know have been looking at the website i wrote for Saint Ingvar’s Center for Norwegian Healing Mysteries. you’ve heard of chinese traditional medicine? norwegian traditional medicine is a hell of a lot less wussy.
a friend told me that she caught her roommate looking at the saint ingvar site, so i went and checked the stats, something i haven’t really done in over a year. apparently it’s pulling down 60 visits a week, and it’s cross-linked with a bunch of other domains i haven’t had dealings with. i spent twenty minutes trying to find how i was getting referrals from cellardoorpublishing.com.
but still, st-ingvar.com after about three years in operation is only getting about a tenth the traffic of this blog. so the point of this entry is, i want to thank everyone for not leaving any comments. that would probably just upset me.
