Let me explain. When I first started this blog a very short while ago I thought it would be a good idea to not allow comments until the blog became popular (a relative term, I know). I didn’t want new people to show up and see “0 Comments” for most of my posts and think,
“Why would I read this stupid blog? No one else does.”
So I devised a plan whereby no comments would be allowed so therefore no one would be turned off by a not-cool blog and then when I had acquired lots of subscribers and lots of activity I would turn the commenting feature on and the brilliant comments laden with praise would roll in!
What a dumb idea that was. When I visit a site, read an article, or peruse a blog, I love reading the comments, they are often as intriguing as the main content itself. By withholding my readers’ ability to comment I was denying myself and my audience the opportunity to engage with each other, and that is the point of the book and all this writing.
This whole transformation was inspired by a lovely note I received from one reader recently:
Well for starters i love your blog about being an A**HOLE. It is hard as a mom to be able to relate to others, but you hit it right on the nose, that is how i get as well. Driving crazy, cursing at people out lound and sometimes under my breath – lol. Also, your love for tea i share as well but I have a love/passion for coffee i truly beleive i would die without it. I love how raw… i think that is the word i’m looking for to describe your blog. Look forward to reading more.
In order to send me a note someone would have to go to the About page and fill out the contact form. Not exactly the most elegant way to communicate. A contact form has its uses but it’s no way to get the conversation rolling. So, thank you for your kind comment my treasured commenter, let it be known that you were the spark that started a revolution! At least, that’s how it feels to me right now.
As a potentially boring side note; I rarely comment on even my favourite sites only because I read nearly everything on my phone and writing an eloquent response is not fun nor easy on an iPhone. My phone is my sole connection to the outside world since my computer is off-limits unless I want to endure one of my son’s tantrums while I’m on it because he wants to be on the computer too. Thankfully he leaves me alone while I strain my already imperfect eyes to read the itty bitty text on my phone.
Now that I have opened myself to the world, the world better start leaving some comments quite soon lest my ego come crashing down in a fiery blaze and I find myself soaking my keyboard with tears as I write my next pathetic post. Or you can simply read this and share it with others. That would be brilliant too.