“Million dollar question: Why do you blog?”

Well, it’s certainly not for the money.

And frankly it’s a bit depressing that I can remember when the million dollar question was only the sixty four thousand dollar question.

I started this blog about eighteen months ago, since when I have published 94 posts (this will be #95), totted up just over a thousand views and amassed 95 subscribers. And I’d like to express my sincere thanks for being bothered to those of you who aren’t spambots – or affiliate marketers (the blogging equivalent of cold-calling double glazing salesmen).

So, it’s pretty clear that I haven’t exactly gone viral. Which is fine, because the last thing I want is the pressure of a mass audience expecting to be fleetingly amused on a regular basis by my wry words of wisdom.

It might be nice if there were just a few more of you, that’s all I’m saying.

In the great scheme of things, though, it doesn’t matter because I have an effective coping mechanism.

I am reconciled to my obscurity because over the past year I have gone through the blogging equivalent of the five stages of grief:

Denial: well, can’t really expect many readers yet, since I’ve only just started. Maybe I should try this SEO, whatever it is.

Anger: what the hell is wrong with these people? This is genius. Why should it even need Search Engine Optimisation or whatever they call it?

Bargaining: If I promise to post more often, and do this SEO thingy, then maybe I’ll get some more readers.

Depression: I don’t know why I even bother, frankly. What’s the point of it all? And it’s not like SEO would make any difference anyway.

Acceptance: Sod it, I only do it for fun anyway. Who even needs SEO?

So I’m through all that. Now the only thing that worries me is that I might get locked up for talking to myself.