Last week, I wrote a porn story. It features obscure fetishes that 90% of the population would be horrified to learn even exist. Within one week of hitting the content hosting website I wrote it for, that story has more total page-views than this entire blog in its entire lifespan.
So many of you have come up to me and said, "You have to keep blogging, I love what you do!" And yet, I have a tidal-pool audience. Despite my best efforts to get what I do out there, no-one's helping. You love it enough to seek me out, to raise it as a point when I stop blogging. But you haven't got two seconds to share it on FB, to mention to a friend that "oh, I read this thing online."
Is that over harsh? Isn't it my job to promote myself?
When was the last time you found a book or author that you'd never heard of through promotional crap? Don't you normally hear about good books, good authors, new reading material from your friends?
And while we're at it, if you have thirty seconds to spam my page with twenty inspirational messages about the powers of Jesus, or fifty kittens, or how much of a bitch you are, or eCards or whatever your poison of choice is, why the hell haven't you got time to repost a blog you like?
One blog. Fifty kittens. And I'd like to point out that for good or ill, social commentary is unfortunately more relevant to your life than kittens, godsdamnit.
But you know what? Fuck it. Have a kitten.